Okay. We got shooters here... shooters here. I'll tell you an old trick...
Hey. [Sam puts his cup of coffee down on a table, walks over to the white board and rubs out Spence's diagram]
What's your problem?
Draw it again. Draw it again. You're the ace field man, draw it again. It's a simple diagram, just draw it again, draw what you saw. [Spence just stands there. Sam is getting impatient] Draw it again! Draw it again.
Two shooters, car comes through here, shooters across from each other, kill each other dead. Oh my, where'd you learn that? Huh?
In the regiment.
What regiment was that?
The 22nd Special Air Service.
What's the color of the boathouse at Hereford? What's the color of the boathouse at Hereford?
I don't like your attitude.
What's the color of the boathouse?
Oh, **** off!
You got the gun, I'm unarmed. Do something. Go ahead, do something. Do something. Do something. [as he backs away, Spence bumps into the table with Sam's coffee cup on it, spilling hot coffee onto his leg. Sam grabs his neck and face and bends him backwards over a railing, completely overpowering him. He takes Spence's gun off of him, then releases him]
Tell me about an ambush?! Tell me about an ambush?! I ambushed you with a cup of coffee!

