U.S. Marshals Page #8

Yes, I do.

Gonna kill him?

Let's go!

GERARD:
Do you hear me?

PILOT:
Yeah.

Look right down there.

Off to the right.

PILOT:
That's it?

GERARD:
The freighter with all the lights.

PILOT:

I'll take her down.

Yeah. Yeah, that's him.

Supposed to be a couple.

Only one showed up.

Where?

Cabin 4, C-Deck.

GERARD:

Freeze!

[GRUNTS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[GUNSHOT]

[MUFFLED GRUNT]

[GROANS]

[SIREN WAILlNG]

Know what?

[YAWNS]

You look like hell.

I'm tired. I'm beat up.

- Rest. I'll wake you if something happens.

- I'll be all right.

ROYCE:

That must be the gun that shot Newman.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

I noticed you went with the Glock.

Yeah.

Just like yours.

Can I see it?

Kind of, sort of want to emulate you...

...you being my mentor and all.

[CHUCKLES]

- These things are so cool.

- Yeah.

They shoot underwater.

Pour sand in them, they'll shoot.

Shoot every time. It's a good choice.

- Get some rest.

- No, I'll just get some coffee.

- Hey, you want some?

- Hey?

Yeah.

Black. Four sugars.

- This is a first.

- Ha-ha-ha.

ROYCE:

You must be truly exhausted.

Oh, hey. Um...

Stairway down. Nursing station.

Remember? Second floor.

Officer?

I need you to log this in

with evidence tech ASAP.

What about him?

I'm DSS. I can keep an eye on him.

Thanks.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[BEEPING]

[MUFFLED GRUNTING]

ROYCE [WHISPERS]:

Hey. You remember me?

[GROANING]

[IN NORMAL VOICE]

You know, you are really...

...on my very last nerve.

You've been a mind-boggling

pain in my ass.

[MACHINES BEEPING RAPIDLY]

Why couldn't you just die

at the cemetery?

- Ow! Oh!

- Or on the plane?

Cut yourself out of the rest

if you want.

Sit up.

You know the job.

You had the same training.

We eliminate threats.

You are the threat.

And guess what.

I'm down to my last option here.

Unh. So...

...it was you. You set me up.

You were the traitor.

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 DSS agents

you gunned down at the U.N.

Their blood is on your hands.

If it's any consolation,

I chose you because you're the best.

That was my mistake.

But I'm gonna fix it right now.

You'll put that knife down

like a good boy and-

[GROANS]

Good night, Sheridan.

GERARD:

What are you doing?

- He tried to escape.

GERARD:
Better shoot him, then.

Wanna use your old gun?

That's Sheridan's.

No, it's yours.

You just filed off the serial number.

The gun he took from you

in the swamp...

...the gun he shot me with.

The one you've carried since.

I bet the bullets we pulled from my

vest match those that killed Newman.

Why did you shoot that boy?

Didn't have a choice, really, Sam.

He interrupted while I tried

to put two into Sheridan.

Kind of like you.

Go ahead, shoot. What'll your story be?

You caught me turning him loose?

I'll think of something.

[GUN CLICKS]

I got yours, you got mine.

Well...

[GUN THUDS]

...you're just gonna have to

cuff me and take me in.

MARK:

Gerard!

Welcome home, Mark.

You wanna start running again?

[SIGHS]

I'm going back to bed.

REPORTER 1:
Marshal. Is it true that Mark

Sheridan was exonerated by this hearing?

WALSH:

After considering the facts...

...the U.S. Attorney's Office

has decided...

...to drop all charges

against Mr. Sheridan. He is...

- ... free to go.

- Mr. Sheridan, how does it feel?

Righteous. Very righteous.

Do you have anything to add?

No.

[REPORTERS CHATTERING]

For what it's worth,

I'm sorry I shot you.

That's okay.

- Everything's back to normal, isn't it?

- God, I hope not.

Excuse me.

REPORTER 2:
Mr. Sheridan, please.

REPORTER 3:
Mr. Sheridan?

REPORTER 4:

Mr. Sheridan?

[REPORTERS CHATTERING]

WALSH:

Hey, Sam.

They look like they could use a night

on the town. Take them out and have fun.

Go on. That's an order. Go on.

- Think you can handle that, Sam?

- Yeah.

[SIGHS]

You owe me an apology.

Yeah, I know.

Cosmo, I know. But, uh...

But what?

[SIGHS]

But I don't even like you, man.

[LAUGHS]

[ALL LAUGH]

Let's go drink a toast

to Deputy Noah Newman.

If we're gonna drink to Newman,

we better use milk.

- You still owe me for the jogging suit.

GERARD:
Of course.

Make out a requisition in quadruplicate.

You'll need a white copy,

yellow copy...

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