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: I thought we didn't take our work personally. Sam Gerard
: We don't. I do.
[after Gerard puts John Royce in handcuffs
] John Royce
: Is this guy crazy? Cosmo Renfro
: No, but he's a carrier.
: Do you have a weapon? John Royce
: Yeah, a big one. How about you?
: You are really on my very last nerve. You are a mind-boggling pain in my ass.
: [Referring to the Glock as he is changing magazines
] These things are so cool. John Royce
: Yeah. Sam Gerard
: They shoot underwater! You can pour sand in them and they'll shoot. Shoot every time. It's a good choice.
: [looking at Royce's Gun
] Got a back-up weapon? John Royce
: Never had the need. Sam Gerard
: Get one.
[hands back Royce's gun
] Sam Gerard
: Keep it in your suit unless I tell you to take it out. Get yourself a Glock and lose that nickel-plated sissy pistol.
[while pulling a concealed gun from his suit
] John Royce
: I guess you'll just have to slap the cuffs on me, and take me in... Mark J. Sheridan
[Gerard pulls out his gun and shoots Royce
: Get the tapes from the U.N. surveillance. John Royce
: I don't think we have clearance for those. Sam Gerard
: Get the clearance, get the tapes, don't tell me what we can't do!
: [watching some surveillance tapes
] Hey. it looks like your agent friends are intercepting this. What do you know about this Royce? John Royce
: I don't know anything.
: [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 Kazinski. Neil had three little kids. Marie Bineaux, Mark's Girlfriend
: Stop doing this to me. Even if I knew this man, it's not a crime, I've done nothing wrong. I haven't heard from him. Deputy Marshal Noah Newman
: So, you *do* know him. John Royce
: You just lied to us. Deputy Marshal Noah Newman
: That's a federal offense.
: [seeing Cosmo about to light up a cigar
] Would you mind not lighting that? Cosmo Renfro
: [continuing to light up his Cigar
: [after showing he could undo his handcuffs
] What's next, fellas, cow tipping?
: Newman, I want you to set up surveillance on Ms. Bineaux around the clock and get a tap order for a telephone here and at work. John Royce
: He won't make a mistake like that. Sam Gerard
: Oh he'll contact her I bet my Bears tickets on it.