Never one to be afraid of the obvious. I admire that in a man, Sam.
Have I done something?
Yeah. You hit your prisoner while he was in handcuffs; that's against the rules. If he had any brains, he'd sue us.
He bit one of my kids; he got smacked on the head! So what?
So what?
Yeah. So what?
27 stitches is "so what."
He needed a smack on the head. That's what he got.
Who's got my clothes?
I do.
[Cosmo shows a purple jacket]
I told you.
What?
He doesn't like it.
But I got this last Christmas.
[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 Kazunski. Kazunski had three little kids.
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.
So, you do know him.
You just lied to us.
That's a federal offense.
Cosmo, where are you?
[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!
Sam.
Cosmo.
We're still at the Chinese Consulate. No sign of Chen since he went in.
Get the N.Y.P.D. on him. I want you and Royce here at Queens Hills Cemetery.
Where the hell is Queens Hills Cemetery?
Ask a cop.
Know what? You look like hell.
I'm tired. I'm beat up.
Get some rest, I'll wake you.
I'll be all right. That must be the gun that shot Newman.
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. 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.
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 DDS 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 going to fix it now. You'll put that knife down like a good boy and... (Sheridan falls from his bed) Good night.
What are you doing?
He tried to escape. Better shoot him, then.
Want to use your old gun?
It's Sheridan's.
No, it's yours. You filed off the serial number. The gun he took from you, 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 into Sheridan. (points his gun to Sam Gerard) What'll your story be? You caught me turning him loose? I'll think of something.
[after killing Royce]
Welcome home, Mark, wanna start running again?
I think I'm going back to bed.
You know, you owe me an apology.
Yeah, I know, Cosmo, I know. But uh...
But what?
[exhales]
But I don't even like you, man.
[everyone laughs]
Come on, let's go drink a toast to a good deputy named Noah Woodrow Newman.
If we're going to drink to Newman, we better use milk.
