Horn:	He’s coming out the window right now, I gotta go, buddy. I’m sorry, but he’s coming out the window.
Dispatcher:	Don’t, don’t — don’t go out the door. Mr. Horn? Mr. Horn?
Horn:	They just stole something. I’m going after them, I’m sorry.
Dispatcher:	Don’t go outside.
Horn:	I ain’t letting them get away with this s--t. They stole something. They got a bag of something.
Dispatcher:	Don’t go outside the house.
Horn:	I’m doing this.
Dispatcher:	Mr. Horn, do not go outside the house.
Horn:	I’m sorry. This ain’t right, buddy.
Dispatcher:	You’re going to get yourself shot if you go outside that house with a gun, I don’t care what you think.
Horn:	You want to make a bet?
Dispatcher:	OK? Stay in the house.
Horn:	They’re getting away!
Dispatcher:	That’s all right. Property’s not worth killing someone over, OK?
Horn:	[curses]
Dispatcher:	Don’t go out the house. Don’t be shooting nobody. I know you’re pissed and you’re frustrated, but don’t do it.
Horn:	They got a bag of loot.
Dispatcher:	OK. How big is the bag ... which way are they going?
Horn:	I’m going outside. I’ll find out.
Dispatcher:	I don’t want you going outside, Mr. Horn.
Horn:	Well, here it goes, buddy. You hear the shotgun clicking and I’m going.
Dispatcher:	Don’t go outside.
Horn:	[yelling] Move, you’re dead! [Sound of shots being fired]