Stewart shoots him a dirty look. Stewart defiantly folds his arms, as if he's just had the final word on the matter. Well, I think the studio can afford to indulge me this once. These studio types don't care about art or any of that high faluting stuff. He slashes his throat with his forefinger.
Hitch raises an eyebrow and gulps.
He gets up from his seat and starts up the stairs of the darkened room. I'll be in the toilet. He cocks his ear to listen. Hitch leans over attentively. Let's go in my office.