We got shooters here... shooters here. I'll tell you an old trick... Hey. What's your...

Spence: [drawing a diagram on the white board - two circles with arrows pointing at each other] We got shooters here... shooters here. I'll tell you an old trick... Sam: Hey. [Sam puts his cup of coffee down on a table, walks over to the white board and rubs out Spence's diagram] Spence: What's your problem? Sam: 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: Draw it again! Draw it again. [Spence still does nothing so Sam takes the marker pen off him and redraws his diagram] Sam: Two shooters, car comes through here, shooters across from each other, kill each other dead. Oh my, where'd you learn that? Huh? Spence: In the regiment. Sam: What regiment was that? Spence: The 22nd Special Air Service. Sam: What's the color of the boathouse at Hereford? What's the color of the boathouse at Hereford? Spence: I don't like your attitude. Sam: What's the color of the boathouse? Spence: Oh, fuck off! Sam: [moves closer to Spence, who backs away] 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] Sam: Tell me about an ambush? Tell me about an ambush? I ambushed you with a cup of coffee!