Danny Witwer:
[getting into the elevator]
You're in a lot of trouble, John.
John Anderton:
You set me up.
Danny Witwer:
I'll write the paranoia off to the whiff you've been doping on...
[John slams him against the elevator wall and draws his gun, then presses it to Witwer's throat]
John Anderton:
Well, I...
Danny Witwer:
Easy. Easy. It seems I found a flaw.
[He pulls from his pocket and holds up the inhalant device]
John Anderton:
What are you gonna do?
Danny Witwer:
Possession alone will cost you six months, not to mention your badge. I guess we won't be working together after all. Now, put the gun down, John. I don't hear a red ball.
Danny Witwer:
[in a deadly tone]
Now, put the gun down, John. I don't hear a red ball.
[Then, the red ball alarm sounds, and Anderton backs out of the elevator and turns to run]
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