Ronin

Deirdre: You're scared! Sam: Of course I'm scared! You think I'm reluctant because I'm happy? [Sam accepts a cigarette offered by Vincent.] Sam: So, are you labour or management? Vincent: If I were management, I would not offer you a cigarette! [Discussing interrogation techniques.] Vincent: How did they finally get to you? Sam: They gave me a grasshopper. Spence: What's that? Sam: Lessee, two parts gin, one part brandy, one part Creme de Menthe... Sam: Whenever there is any doubt, there is no doubt. That's the first thing they teach you. Vincent: Who taught you? Sam: I don't remember. That's the second thing they teach you. Spence: You ever kill anybody? Sam: I hurt somebody's feelings once. [Vincent has just removed a bullet from Sam's side.] Sam: If you don't mind, I'm gonna pass out. Sam: I never walk into a place I don't know how to walk out of. Sam: So, how'd you get started in this business? Dierdre: A wealthy scoundrel seduced and betrayed me. Sam: Same with me. How about that? Spence: You worried about saving your own skin? Sam: Yeah, I am. It covers my body. Dierdre: You're afraid! Sam: Of course I'm afraid! You think I'm reluctant because I'm happy? Sam: You're not going in there! Spence: Yes I am, and so are you! Sam: Why am I going in there? Spence: Why? To protect me! Sam: There is no protection there! We'll be like fish in a barrel! Vincent: No questions. No answers. That's the job we've chosen. You just accept it and move on. Gregor: Look at us all. What could have been conducted in polite collegial fashion is now fucked into cocked hat. (Spence draws an ambush diagram on a dry erase board) Spence: Okay, we got shooters here...Shooters here. I'll tell you an old trick... Sam: Hey [walks up to places coffee on table as he walks up to board and erases the 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 say! Draw it again! Draw it again!! [grabs marker and re-draws the diagram] Sam: Two shooters, car comes through here, shooters across from each other kill each other dead. Oh my? Where'd you learn that? Heh?? Spence: In a 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: What's...You got the gun. I'm unarmed. Do something. Go ahead, do something. Do something! [as he gets into Spence's face, he backs up towards the coffee table] Sam: Do something! [Spence spills the coffee and Sam grabs his throat leaning him backwards over a railing as he takes his gun.] Sam: Oh, tell me about an ambush?? Tell me about an ambush?! I ambushed you with a fuckin coffee cup!! Spence: You ex-military? Sam: No, I got my job through the New York Times. Sam: Yeah, well you're either part of the problem, or you're part of the solution, or you're just part of the landscape. Spence: Interrogation... Larry: What? Spence: Methods to withstand interrogation. Vincent: You've done that? Spence: We were taught to hold out indefinitely. Sam: Nobody can hold out indefinitely. Spence: Ahh, is that so? Sam: Yeah, everybody has a limit. I spent some time in interrogation...once. Larry: They make it hard on you? Sam: They don't make it easy. Yeah, it was unpleasant. I held out as long as I could. All the stuff they tried, you just can't hold out forever. Impossible. Larry: So how'd the finally get to you? Sam: They gave me a grasshopper. Larry: What's a grasshopper? Sam: Let's see, it's...uhh...two part gin, two part brandy, one part crème de mint, ummm... Spence: (under his breath) Fucking smartass!! ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~