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Setting: Black and white small town. The snow is heavy and cold. On a bridge, a George Bailey stands looking over the edge and thinking dark thoughts.
A voice speaks behind him.: I know what you're thinking, Mr. Bailey.
Startled, George Bailey turns around to see a man in a work-suit and wearing sunglasses.
George Bailey: Who... who are you?
Agent Smith: My friends may, sometimes, call me Htreet. But, you might feel better calling me Agent Smith.
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A voice speaks behind him.: I know what you're thinking, Mr. Bailey.
Startled, George Bailey turns around to see a man in a work-suit and wearing sunglasses.
George Bailey: Who... who are you?
Agent Smith: My friends may, sometimes, call me Htreet. But, you might feel better calling me Agent Smith.
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