It'll leave me dead, is where it'd leave me.

There's no repercussions for your actions when you're dead as a doornail, right?

[But ah, he's level-headed. Their little fib didn't really work out, and it seems Sam isn't really one to resort to violence. Funny, coming from someone whose work relied so heavily on it, huh? They'll just have to attack him more directly; with a sharp gesture they slide their phaser from Newton's temple to aim it toward Sam instead.]

Or I can just shoot you.

[And, regardless of what follows on Sam's part, they'll begin to fire.]