The Matrix (cont...)

MORPHEUS

Have you ever had a dream Neo that you were so sure it was real?

The strands think like rubber cement as he pulls away, until the fragile wisps of mirror thread break.

MORPHEUS

What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference from the dream world and the real world?

He looks at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his fingers, spreading across his palms where he sees his face reflected.

NEO

This can’t be…

MORPHEUS

Be what? Be real?

TRINITY

It’s going into replication.

MORPHEUS

Apoc?

APOC

Still nothing.

The mirror gel seems to come to life, racing, crawling up his arms like hundreds of insects.

NEO

It’s cold.

The mirror creeps up his neck as Neo begins to panic, tipping his head as though he were sinking into the mirror, trying to keep his mouth up.

Morpheus takes out a cellular phone and dials a number.

MORPHEUS

Tank, we’re going to need a signal soon.

TRINITY

I got a fibrillation.

MORPHEUS

Apoc, location?

APOC

Targeting… almost there.

TRINITY

He’s going into arrest!

APOC

Lock! I got him!

MORPHEUS

Now, Tank now!

His eyes tear with mirror, rolling up and closing as a high-pitched ELECTRIC SCREAM ERUPTS –

It is a piercing SHRIEK like a computer calling to another computer –

Neo’s body arches in agony and we are pulled like we were pulled into the holes of the phone.

Sucked into his SCREAM and swallowed by darkness.