we swoop toward this epic monument. on a steel girder above the road, we see. a statue. ben. he sits on the edge of the beams, staring down at the river below, brooding, muttering.
ben stands in the middle of the chaos, staring at the destruction. he sees the tow-truck driver bleeding, trapped in his cab. ben moves to this burning hunk of steel.
ben puts the seat down, with the driver on it. he lunges behind a truck. the cops try to follow, but flames push them back. ben lurches away, head down, self-conscious.
a news chopper flies around the bridge, fighting for the best angle on the action.
ben sees a familiar face in the masses: debbie. ben steps toward her, but she stops him with a look. she places something on the ground and runs off into the crowd.