U.S. Marshals

John Royce:
I thought we didn't take our work personally.

Sam Gerard:
We don't. I do.

John Royce:
Is this guy crazy?

Cosmo Renfro:
No, but he's a carrier.

Cosmo Renfro:
The Great Sam Gerard.

Sam Gerard:
Yes, I am.

Cosmo Renfro:
And you always have to win.

Sam Gerard:
Yes, I do.

Sam Gerard:
Do you have a weapon?

John Royce:
Yeah, a big one. How about you?

John Royce:
You are really on my very last nerve. You are a mind-boggling pain in my ass.

Catherine Walsh:
Never one to be afraid of the obvious. I admire that in a man, Sam.

Sam Gerard:
Have I done something?

Catherine Walsh:
Yeah. You hit your prisoner while he was in handcuffs; that's against the rules. If he had any brains, he'd sue us.

Sam Gerard:
He bit one of my kids; he got smacked on the head! So what?

Catherine Walsh:
So what?

Sam Gerard:
Yeah. So what?

Catherine Walsh:
27 stitches is "so what."

Sam Gerard:
He needed a smack on the head. That's what he got.

Cosmo Renfro:
I think you owe me an apology.

Sam Gerard:
I know. I know, but...

Cosmo Renfro:
But what?

Sam Gerard:
I don't even like you!

Sam Gerard:
Get yourself a Glock, and get rid of that nickel-plated sissy-pistol. Put that back in your suit and don't take it out unless I tell you to.

Sam Gerard:
US Marshals, are you in here alone? Are you in here alone?

Sam Gerard:
Welcome home Mark, wanna start running again?

John Royce:
I guess you'll just have to slap the cuffs on me, and take me in...

Sam Gerard:
Remember, Sheridan could be anywhere people, stay alive.

Poe:
Seems we have ourselves a bona fide federal fugitive out on the lam. Name of Roberts, Mark J. Uh, somebody give me a map. Who's got a map around here?

Earl:
I got one.

Poe:
Oh, all right. Thanks, Earl. Okay. Okay. Now, uh... I want you setting up roadblocks, general radius of, uh...ahem, uh, 10, 12 miles--

Samuel Gerard:
Twenty.

Poe:
What?

Samuel Gerard:
He's got a real big head start.

Poe:
Oh, okay, 20 then. That sounds good. And...In all directions, just like a big--

Samuel Gerard:
Perimeter.

Poe:
Uh, circle deal. Uh, which should start somewhere near, uh... Uh...

[Samuel rubs his head in embarrassment]

Poe:
[to Samuel] Uh, what do you think?

Samuel Gerard:
Set perimeter to extend downstream from Brookport to Mound City! Every bridge across the Ohio River, from Golconda to Metropolis to Cairo, needs to be closed down! Extending south from Alexander and Pulaski county lines, have every house, hotel, hospital, back road and backwater searched for Mr. Mark J. Roberts!

Samuel Gerard:
Who's got my clothes?

Cosmo Renfro:
I do. [Cosmo pulls a purple jacket out of a bag; Gerard looks down in disgust]

Bobby Biggs:
I told you.

Cosmo Renfro:
What?

Bobby Biggs:
Told you he wouldn't like it.

Cosmo Renfro:
I got the same thing last Christmas!

Samuel Gerard:
All right, could I have your attention? We're gonna divide up and search this swamp. One officer with each of you. [to a group of volunteers] Who knows most about this terrain?

Volunteer 1:
[hand raised] That's me.

Volunteer 2:
[hand raised] Right here.

Samuel Gerard:
All right, which one of you is the ugliest, most inbred, country son-of-a-b*tch here?

[Volunteers laugh with their hands raised, except one who spits on the ground]

Samuel Gerard:
[points to the spitter] You come with me.

Lamb:
I admit it was wrong to withhold information from you, but the fact remains, Sheridan killed those agents. He's still at large. He's armed, he's dangerous. Until we have him, we won't know the extent of the leak. Now you have your precious information. What do you intend to do?

Samuel Gerard:
[matter-of-factly] Catch him.

John Royce:
[showing Marie pictures of the dead agents] This is Sam Harmon, one of my friends, Sheridan killed him with his own bare hands. So was Neil Kozinsky. Kozinsky had three little kids.

Marie Bineaux:
Stop doing this to me. Even if I knew this man. It's not a crime, he's done nothing wrong. I haven't heard from him.

Noah Newman:
So, you do know him.

John Royce:
You just lied to us.

Noah Newman:
That's a federal offense.

Samuel Gerard:
Cosmo, where are you?

Cosmo Renfro:
[shouting over the New York traffic] I'm in traffic! I'm in New York City! Where the hell do you think I am? We're on our way!

[Gerard is at the cemetary and calls Cosmo]

Cosmo Renfro:
Sam.

Samuel Gerard:
Cosmo.

Cosmo Renfro:
We're still at the Chinese Consulate. No sign of Chen since he went in.

Samuel Gerard:
Get the N.Y.P.D. on him. I want you and Royce here at Queens Hills Cemetery.

Cosmo Renfro:
Where the hell is Queens Hills Cemetery?

Samuel Gerard:
Ask a cop.

[Sheridan tracks down Barrows and ambushes him inside the chapel. Barrows is on the floor with Sheridan at gunpoint]

Mark J. Sheridan:
Son of a b*tch, why'd you do it?!

Barrows:
What are you talking about?

Mark J. Sheridan:
You don't know what I'm talking about? You're selling secrets to China. An American response to an invasion of Taiwan. Strategic defense of South Korea. Make sense now?

Barrows:
Why should it? I swear I don't know what you're talking about.

Mark J. Sheridan:
Don't lie to me!

Barrows:
Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'll do what you want.

Mark J. Sheridan:
I won't kill you. You're gonna make me righteous again. Why'd you set me up? Huh? Why'd you set me up?!

Barrows:
Lamb was closing in. We needed a fall guy. With you caught red-handed, we were free and clear.

Mark J. Sheridan:
"We"? Who's "we"?

Barrows:
I can't--

Mark J. Sheridan:
Who is "we"?

Barrows:
If I tell you, he'll kill me.

Mark J. Sheridan:
He won't have a chance.

[Gerard finally catches up to Sheridan, who is standing at the edge of the rooftop about to jump]

Samuel Gerard:
[Gun pointed at Sheridan] Sheridan! Sheridan! Turn it around! Get down from there and face me!

Mark J. Sheridan:
You'll have to shoot me!

Samuel Gerard:
TURN...AROUND!

Mark J. Sheridan:
...Can't...I can't be caught. [Jumps off the roof]

John Royce:
Know what? You look like hell.

Samuel Gerard:
I'm tired. I'm beat up.

John Royce:
Get some rest, I'll wake you.

Samuel Gerard:
I'll be all right. [eyes the gun in Royce's hand] That must be the gun that shot Newman.

Cosmo Renfro:
What the hell is the matter with you? Sam, you can't do this. I know how you feel. Look, I feel the same way. I loved that kid, too, but this is wrong. I'm telling you this as your friend.

Samuel Gerard:
You're not my friend.

Cosmo Renfro:
[enraged] Fine. Forget it. You wanna kill Sheridan, go ahead, you do it. But remember this: You forget everything you taught me about this job. The rules, the regulations, the code. You do this, and it's all about you. It's not about Newman. It's about you. The great Sam Gerard.

Samuel Gerard:
[goes into the elevator by himself] Yes, I am.

Cosmo Renfro:
And you always have to win.

Samuel Gerard:
[as the elevator door closes] Yes, I do.

[Royce tries killing Sheridan in his hospital bed]

John Royce:
You are really, on my very...last...nerve... You are a mind-boggling pain in my ass. Why couldn't you just die at the cemetery? Or on the plane? Cut yourself out of the rest if you want. Sit up. [Sheridan complies] You know the job. You had the same training. We eliminate threats. You are the threat. Guess what? I'm down to my last option here.

Mark J. Sheridan:
It was you. You set me up. You were the traitor!

John Royce:
Yeah. I'm the man, Mark. You're the delivery boy. I needed a fall guy to make the bag drop in case things went south. Like the two DDS agents you gunned down at the U.N.

Mark J. Sheridan:
Their blood is on your hands.

John Royce:
If it's any consolation, I chose you because you're the best. That was my mistake. But I'm going to fix it now. You'll put that knife down like a good boy and... [Sheridan falls from his bed] Good night, Sheridan. [Gerard suddenly walks in]

Samuel Gerard:
What are you doing?

John Royce:
He tried to escape.

Samuel Gerard:
Better shoot him, then. [holds up Royce's nickel-plated pistol] Wanna use your old gun?

John Royce:
That's Sheridan's.

Samuel Gerard:
No, it's yours. You just filed off the serial number. It's the gun he took away from you in the swamp, it's the gun he shot me with, and it's the one you've been carryin' since that day. Whaddaya wanna bet the bullets we pulled from my vest matched those that killed Newman? Why did you shoot that boy?

John Royce:
Didn't have a choice, really, Sam. He interrupted while I tried to put two into Sheridan. [flashback to Royce shooting Newman; in present, Royce points his gun at Gerard] Kind of like you.

Samuel Gerard:
Go ahead and shoot me. What'll your story be? You caught me turning him loose?

John Royce:
I'll think of something. [pulls the trigger, but the gun clicks empty; Gerard presents the unloaded magazine]

Samuel Gerard:
I've got yours. You've got mine.

[after killing Royce]

Sam Gerard:
Welcome home, Mark, wanna start running again?

Mark J. Sheridan:
[still on the floor, unable to move] I think I'm going back...to bed.

Cosmo Renfro:
You know, you owe me an apology.

Sam Gerard:
Yeah, I know, Cosmo, I know. But uh...

Cosmo Renfro:
But what?

Sam Gerard:
[exhales] But I don't even like you, man.

[everyone laughs]

Sam Gerard:
Come on, let's go drink a toast to a good deputy named Noah Woodrow Newman.

Deputy Marshal Bobby Biggs:
If we're going to drink to Newman, we better use milk.

Samuel Gerard:
OK, Michael. Regular or extra crispy?

Samuel Gerard:
You play any tricks, I gotta shoot you!

Samuel Gerard:
These things are so cool. They can shoot underwater, pour sand in them and they'll shoot. They shoot every time.

Cosmo Renfro:
27 stitches my ass.