U.S. Marshals Page #3

- Smells good.

COOPER:
How can you talk about food

at a time like this?

I wonder if they have

that vinegar barbeque.

- Yeah. On the French fries.

BIGGS:
On the meat, the French fries.

- It's big in England.

- It's big everywhere.

- You all right?

- No, who's got my clothes?

I do.

Nice, huh?

- I knew it.

- What?

- Told you he wouldn't like it.

- I got the same thing last Christmas.

Well, I don't know.

There's so many people in here.

[GRUNTS]

GERARD:

Anybody got $9 so I can buy a T-shirt?

- Uh...

- Uh, you owe me $85 for this.

- I got one.

- Here, here, here.

GERARD:

Come on. Come on, come on.

All right. State police found a shoe

over here near Hillerman.

What do you got?

Oh, boss, nothing, nada.

It's like this guy doesn't even exist.

- Is this food free?

WAITER:
Eat up. It's on the county.

He called himself Mark warren in Chicago.

IDs were forged.

Mark Roberts ain't nothing but a photo

and a set of prints on a warrant.

RENFRO:
This is the guy?

COOPER:
Cute.

Noah, you bring my gun?

All right. Cute, huh?

Where will I find Deputy Sam Gerard?

Right here!

Bertram Lamb. I'm director

of the Diplomatic Security Service...

...State Department.

Special Agent Frank Barrows.

- What's up?

- Mark Roberts.

- Okay.

- What do you know about this man?

Double murder, robbery, escape.

These men were not ordinary civilians.

They were my agents,

murdered by Mark Roberts...

...in cold blood at the U.N.

last January.

GERARD:
That's not on his warrant.

BARROWS:
All information...

...on this was sanitized

for reasons of national security.

- Why'd Mark Roberts kill your guys?

LAMB:
We don't know.

All we have are his fingerprints at the

scene. We've chased him for six months.

- Oh. So we're working for you now, huh?

LAMB:
No, no.

That's not my intention.

Your reputation precedes you, deputy.

We want you to continue

running the pursuit...

...but we want Roberts fast.

- Okay, we're fast.

- Real fast.

We'll need to be kept

in the loop on this every step.

- Try to keep you up to speed.

LAMB:
Taken care of.

I brought one of my men

to join your team to do just that.

Special Agent John Royce.

Uh, no offense, but we actually work a lot

faster if we don't have any, uh, help.

No offense taken.

You don't have a choice.

I've cleared this with Marshal Walsh.

Royce is one of our best men.

You'll find him useful.

Good luck, deputy.

How you doing?

- If it's any consolation, I wouldn't-

- It's not any consolation.

- Take off your sunglasses.

ROYCE:
Why?

So I can see your face.

Hi.

GERARD:

How'd you pull this duty?

Your fugitive murdered two of my friends.

I volunteered.

Ever make a fugitive arrest before?

ROYCE:
No. Planning to shortly.

- You have a weapon?

Yeah, a big one. You?

[LAUGHS]

You sure you wanna

get cute with me?

- Have a backup weapon?

ROYCE:
Never had the need.

GERARD:
Get one. Keep that in your suit

unless I tell you to take it out.

Get a Glock.

Lose that nickel-plated sissy pistol.

Let's move. I'm not having fun. You

know I get cranky when I don't have fun.

We know, we know.

Get the state police director

on the phone.

Cooper, I want you to get the background

on the Chinese guy on the airplane.

And, Cosmo, get the local sheriff lined out

and ready to go. He's feeling weak.

Working on it.

You come with me.

I think he likes you.

Martha?

MARK:

Just drive.

- How soon can I get on that airplane?

- Soon as we get it on the barge.

COOPER:

Sam!

I got something on that shooter

in the plane.

Name's Vincent Ling. He was on his way

back to the pen. Just lost an appeal.

Serving a life sentence for murder

for a Chinese mob hit.

Look at this. Sheriff in Metropolis just found

this in a Dumpster behind a Laundromat.

All right. Our boy

got a new set of clothes.

- Biggsy, where's Metropolis?

- I don't know. Ask Superman.

- Shut up, Biggs.

BIGGS:
Right over here.

Get on the radio, move that perimeter

20 miles south of the river.

- He might've made it into Kentucky already.

RENFRO:
Right.

Statistically, he's more likely headed

for a major city.

St. Louis. North.

GERARD:

This cat ain't no statistic.

Not yet.

RENFRO:
Holy sh*t! Sammy,

you're a lucky man. How many dead?

Eight.

Coop, you got your little black box?

Save that light.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

ROYCE:

What's that?

What's that?

- That is not a ballpoint pen.

COOPER:
Oh.

Zip guns aren't standard issue on

federal corrections prisoner transports.

- No.

- No.

No, that's in those spy movies.

I saw one on TV one time.

- That James Bond movie.

- Shagadelic, baby.

Shaft.

Send it to a lab.

Stinger. Mm-hm.

XL-17, Korean,.22 caliber.

He found it with his little flashlight. Hey.

What the hell are you doing? Huh?

What-?

Uh, that was my phone.

It was my personal phone.

You're under arrest for obstructing a

federal investigation. You have the right...

- It's not convictable.

- Oh, it's arrestable.

Are you crazy? Is this guy crazy?

No, but he's a carrier.

My superiors won't like this.

I am your superior.

Sit down there and shut up.

When you keep information from us,

it pisses him off.

Deputy, get me out of these cuffs

right now.

Get out of them yourself.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

What's he doing?

What's next, cow tipping?

[CHUCKLES]

- That's pretty good.

- Very slick.

Very slick? The guy just

broke my f***ing glasses.

I've never seen that before.

I have.

Don't have a heart attack, Earl.

You've lied to the cops before.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

What, uh-? What's the trouble, officer?

Fugitive's on the loose

from the plane crash last night.

Oh, is that a fact? Sh*t.

You seen this man?

No, I've never seen

anybody like that.

What about you, ma'am?

You seen this man?

Uh, no, me neither.

- Thanks for your help, folks.

EARL:
Sure.

Drive! Drive! Drive!

Drive!

[YELLS]

COP 1:

Hey.

Push!

Oh, my!

COP 2:

Chester, you okay?!

[COP 1 GRUNTS]

You done good, Earl.

RENFRO:

Sam! Sam!

An 18-wheeler rammed a roadblock

15 minutes ago.

They found it outside of Paducah.

It was heading south.

All right, load up!

Like I said, south.

We're gonna need boats.

This guy went into the swamp.

Sh*t, I hate swamps.

Hey, Lester. It's U.S. Marshal Renfro.

We're gonna need boats.

Yeah, swamp boats. Right,

like they use in the swamp.

[SIREN WAILS AND CHIRPS]

[CHATTERING]

EARL:
Pulled that up,

he got that away from me.

I had six rounds in the chamber

and I had another box underneath the seat.

Bad news. He got a.38 off the trucker.

- How many rounds?

BIGGS:
Six in the gun, 12 more in a box.

DEPUTY:

Makes no difference.

He'll be dead from snakebite by dark.

He won't get far in that boat he stole.

It ain't got no motor.

Boats. I hate boats, bugs and boats.

Sam, he got a boat from here.

All right, could I have your attention?

We'll divide up and search this swamp.

One officer with each of you.

Who knows most about this terrain?

MAN 1:
That's me.

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