Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [after taking credit for Kimble's saving of his partner and declaring all prisoners dead] Oh. Wow. Gee Whiz. Looky here. You know we're always fascinated when we find leg irons with no legs in them. Who held the keys sir?
Old Guard: Me.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Where those keys at?
Old Guard: I don't know.
Poole: Care to revise your statement, sir?
Old Guard: What?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Do you want to change you bullshit story, sir?
[Poole shows guard a picture of Kimble]
Old Guard: He might have got out.