MAN: John, where are you?
JOHN: We're at the gate. The National Guard haven't let anyone through in, like, half an hour. People are fighting with the guards. Shit! Someone just threw a brick. This is getting ugly... where are you?
MAN: We're about a mile behind you. Nothing's moving, people are leaving their cars and walking. What's happening? John!
JOHN: They shot someone! Linda! Get down. They-
MAN: John! John! Hello!