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]