Original MatriX Script Part 8
He inserts acupuncture-like needles into Neo's lower abdomen. The needles are wired to video monitors. Hacksaw pilots the fiber-optic lens.
NEO: What are you doing?
TRINITY: We think you're bugged. We can't take you to Morpheus until you're clean.
GIZMO: There it is.
On a monitor, we see the bug nestled in among Neols large intestines.
GIZMO: Hit him with 10 ccs of local.
Hacksaw loads a hypodermic needle and pumps an anesthetic around Neols navel. Using a device that looks like a miniature speculum, Gizmo inserts a knuckled dental pick. Typing into a calculator keypad wired to the pick, he automates the tip. On the monitor, we watch it telescope out and the end separate into a tiny hooked, metal claw.
GIZMO: Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
The claw snags hold of the bug.
But the bug reacts violently. Neo screams as it wraps itself around the soft tissue web of intestine.
TRINITY: What's happening?
GIZMO: I don't know. They've never done that before.
Neo writhes in pain.
GIZMO: Hold him down.
NEO: Jesus! God!
TRINITY: Do something!
GIZMO: I got it! Maybe we can stun it.
TRINITY: Are you crazy? That will kill him.
We watch Neo, who can't see what they are talking about.
GIZMO: It'll work. Come on, do it or Hacksaw will.
NEO: Do what?
The instant he hears the word, he knows.
NEO: Oh, shit --
The cry is frozen in his mouth as the paddles hit his chest. Gizmo wrestles with the bug.
GIZMO: Hit him again!
GIZMO: Got it!
Trinity touches Neo, who is just beginning to breathe. She eases the tape off his eyes.
TRINITY: Neo, are you okay?
TRINITY: It's over. We got it.
Hanging from the claw pick is the inanimate metal wiretap.
GIZMO: Nasty little bugger, ain't it?
INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - The van stops in a deserted alley behind a forgotten hotel. The doors open and Trinity helps Neo get out.
TRINITY: Thanks for your help, Gizmo.
GIZMO: I just hope the man knows what he's doing.
She nods then climbs out of the van. Gizmo ogles the tight leather pants.
GIZMO: Goddamn, what I wouldn't give for a copy of that software.
Trinity turns around.
TRINITY: Gizmo, you don't have the hardware to handle this software.
He howls with adolescent laughter as the van pulls away. Trinity turns to Neo.
TRINITY: Let's go. He's waiting.
INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - It is a place of putrefying elegance, a rotting host of urban maggotry. Trinity leads Neo from the stairwell down the hall of the thirteenth floor. They stop outside room 1313.
TRINITY: This is it.
Neo can hear his own heart pounding.
TRINITY: Let me give one piece of advice. Be honest. He knows more than you can possibly imagine.
INT. ROOM 1313 - Across the room, a dark figure stares out the tall windows veiled with decaying lace. He turns and his smile lights up the room.
MORPHEUS: At last.
He wears a long black coat and his eyes are invisible behind circular mirrored glasses. He strides to Neo and they shake hands.
MORPHEUS: Welcome, Neo. As you no doubt have guessed, I am Morpheus.
NEO: It's an honor.
MORPHEUS: Please. Come. Sit.
He nods to Trinity.
MORPHEUS: Thank you, Trinity.
She bows her head sharply and exits through a door to an adjacent room. They sit across from one another in cracked, burgundyleather chairs.
MORPHEUS: I imagine, right now, you must be feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole?
NEO: You could say that.
MORPHEUS: I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up.
A smile, razor-thin, curls the corner of his lips.
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