INT. NAKATOMI TOWERS, OFFICE - NIGHT
Hans Gruber and Mr. Takagi sit on opposite sides of a desk. Hans slowly places a gun on the desk, his eyes locked on Mr. Takagi.
That’s a very nice suit, Mr. Takagi. It would be a shame to ruin it.
What do you mean?
Gruber smiles as he slowly pulls out and uncaps a permanent marker. He draws a big blue X on Takagi’s suit.
I warned you.
Mr. Takagi stares down at his suit, willing himself to not cry.
[to himself] This day just keeps getting worse.
[looks up] What kind of terrorists are you?
[laughs] Who said we were terrorists?
I don’t know, that’s just the scuttlebutt I’ve heard around the watercooler.