After the smoke clears from the surrounding row of police vehicles on the one side and from the ground-floor window of the warehouse on the other side…
Voice through a megaphone: All right, throw down your weapons and come out with your hands up.
Voice through the window: You’ll never take me alive…
Voice through a megaphone: All right, have it your way…

After even more smoke clears from the surrounding row of police vehicles and from the bullet-ridden warehouse…
Voice through a megaphone: All right, have you had enough?… Are you still there?
Voice through the destroyed window: You’ll never take me alive…
Voice through a megaphone: Throw down your weapons and come out with your hands up.
Voice through the window: I’m not coming out…

After even more smoke clears and the shooting, again, stops…
Voice through a megaphone: This’s your last chance… You’re trying our patience … Throw down your weapons, Ed.
Voice through the window, or what was once a window: I told you, already… You’ll never take me alive…
Voice through a megaphone: You’re ending your own life, Ed… Now throw down your weapons and come out with your hands in the air.
Voice through the window, now obliterated: What’d you say?
Voice through a megaphone: I said come out.
Voice through the window: No, no… Before that…
Voice through a megaphone: Ed, I don’t want to play games with you.
Voice through the window: Hey… My name’s Ned…
Voice through a megaphone: What?… Now I suppose you’ll tell us this isn’t North Frumar Street?
Voice  through the window: This’s South Frumar… I try to stay away from North Frumar… That’s way too dangerous…