[Peter sees a large group of people gathered around, with some cops restraining them]

Sir, you gotta get back.

I can't see. What happened?

Old dude, man.

Come on, folks. Keep moving, please. Keep moving. Let's go!

What happened?

Someone got hurt.

[pushing through the crowd]

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Stay back. Stay back!

[sees that the injured person is Uncle Ben]

That’s my uncle! [pushes through] What happened?!

Carjacker. He's been shot. We just called the paramedics. They're on their way.

Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben! Uncle Ben?

Peter?

[with tears in his eyes]

I'm here, Uncle Ben. [holds Uncle Ben’s hand]

Peter... [dies. Peter starts crying]

They got the shooter. He's headed South on Fifth Avenue. We got three cars in pursuit. All right, folks. Come on, move back.
[Peter walks away with anger on his face, determined to confront Uncle Ben’s killer]