U.S. Marshals1998

[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.