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.
HANS GRUBER
That’s a very nice suit, Mr. Takagi. It would be a shame to ruin it.
MR. TAKAGI
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.
HANS GRUBER
I warned you.
Mr. Takagi stares down at his suit, willing himself to not cry.
MR. TAKAGI
[to himself] This day just keeps getting worse.
[looks up] What kind of terrorists are you?
HANS GRUBER
[laughs] Who said we were terrorists?
MR. TAKAGI
I don’t know, that’s just the scuttlebutt I’ve heard around the watercooler.
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