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(JAZZY MUSIC PLAYING)

(APPLAUSE)

Thank you very much
and welcome to To Tell the Truth.

Our first guest, he's made a career out
of being the most outrageous impostor

that we've ever come across
on this show. You'll see what I mean.

ANNOUNCER: Number One,
what is your name, please?

My name is Frank William Abagnale.

- Number Two?
- My name is Frank William Abagnale.

- Number Three?
- My name is Frank William Abagnale.

HOST: From 1964 to 1967,

I successfully impersonated
an airline pilot for Pan Am Airways,

and I flew over two million miles
for free.

During that time,

I was also the Chief Resident
Pediatrician at a Georgia hospital

and an Assistant Attorney General
for the State of Louisiana.

By the time I was caught,

I was considered the youngest and most
daring con man in U.S. history.

I had cashed almost $4 million
in fraudulent checks

in 26 foreign countries and all 50 states.

And I did it all before my 19th birthday.

My name is Frank William Abagnale.

(APPLAUSE)

So, for the first time,
he'll have to tell the truth.

We'll start our questioning with Kitty.

Thank you. Number One,
why, with all your talent,

and you're obviously
a very bright fellow,

why didn't you go in for
a legitimate profession?

It was a question of dollars and cents.

When I was a young man,
I needed the money,

and I thought this list of careers was
the easiest way to get it.

KITTY: I see. Number Two,
I find this all very fascinating.

Who was it that finally caught you?

His name was Carl Hanratty.

(POLICEMEN STRUGGLING
WITH PRONUNCIATION)

Hanratty.

I am

Carl Hanratty.

I represent the F.B.I.
from the United States of America.

(QUESTIONING IN FRENCH)

I have orders to see
the American prisoner, Abagnale.

(POLICEMEN ARGUING IN FRENCH)

(UNLOCKS DOOR)

You sit here.

You do not open the door.

You do not pass him

anything through the hole.

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

(FRANK COUGHING)

Aw, Jesus.

(WATER DRIPPING)

(FRANK CONTINUES COUGHING)

(SPITS)

You know,
I've got a little bit of a cold myself.

(INTENSE COUGHING)

Frank, I'm here to read
the articles of extradition

according to the European Court
for Human Rights.

"Article One,

"extradition shall be granted
in respect of offenses..."

Help me.

Help me.

Frank, stop it.

Help me.

You don't think
you're actually going to fool me, do you?

(COUGHING)

Sixteen pages to go.
Stay with me. "Article Two,

"if the request for extradition
includes separate offenses...

"...each of which is punishable under
the laws of the requesting party..."

Frank?

Frank?

God damn it!

Get me a doctor in here!
I need a doctor!

- Yes.
- Doctor! Now!

Don't sweat it.
We'll get you right to a doctor.

(HEAD POLICEMAN
SPEAKING FRENCH)

If you can hear me, don't worry.
I'll take you home in the morning.

Home in the morning, Frank.

- What are you doing?
- Washing off the lice.

This man has to be on a plane
for America. He has to see a doctor.

Yes, the doctor comes in tomorrow.

I've worked too long, too hard,
for you to take this away from me.

If he dies, I'm holding you responsible.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(CALLS IN FRENCH)

Oh, Frank.

(LOUD CLAMOR)

(COUGHING VIOLENTLY)

(POLICEMEN SHOUTING)

Okay, Carl,

let's go home.

BARNES:
The New Rochelle Rotary Club

has a history that goes back to 1919.

In all those years,

we've only seen a handful
of deserving gentlemen

inducted as lifetime members.

It's an honor that has seen 57 names

enshrined on the wall of honor.

And tonight, we make it 58.

So please stand

as I present my very good friend,
a man who keeps our pencils sharp

- and our pens in ink.
- (ALL LAUGHING)

Frank William Abagnale.

I stand here, humbled

by the presence of
Mayor Robert Wagner

and our club president, Jack Barnes.

Most of all, I'm honored to see
my loving wife, Paula

and my son, Frank, Jr.

Come on.

Sitting in the front row.

Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream.

The first mouse quickly gave up
and drowned.

The second mouse

wouldn't quit.

He struggled so hard

that eventually he churned that cream
into butter

and crawled out.

Gentlemen, as of this moment,
I am that second mouse.

(EMBRACEABLE YOU PLAYING)

PAULA: You're a better dancer
than your father.

FRANK: Hear that, Daddy?
FRANK, SR.: Like fun.

PAULA: The girls don't know
what they're in for.

(FRANK LAUGHING)

Show him the dance you were doing
when we met.

PAULA: Oh, who can remember?

The people in that little French village
were so happy to see Americans,

they decided to put on a show for us.

- So they crammed 200 soldiers...
- We know the story, Daddy.

...into that tiny social hall,

and the first person to walk on stage
is your mother

and she starts to dance.

You know, it had been months

since we'd seen a woman,
and here's this blond angel.

Blond bombshell.

(LAUGHING)

And the men
are literally holding their breath.

Holding their breath for you. Hear that?

I turned to my buddies and I said...

"I will not leave France without her."

And I didn't.

You didn't.

I didn't.

Oh, shit, the rug.

- Oh, Mom.
- I can't believe I...

It's nothing.

- Frankie, run and get a towel.
- Yeah.

Come on.

Dance with me, Paula.

(EMBRACEABLE YOU
CONTINUES PLAYING)

Whenever I dance for you,
I get in trouble.

Oh! (LAUGHS)

Frank. Wake up. Come on, let's go.

Get up, come on.

- Frank, wake up.
- Dad.

You don't have to go to school today.
It's okay.

- Why? Is it snowing?
- Do you have a black suit?

I overslept again.

We have a very important meeting
in the city. Eat that.

Come on.

FRANK, SR.: Ma'am, open up, please.
It's important.

- (POUNDING ON DOOR)
- What? Oh, gosh.

- We don't open for half an hour.
- Just open the door. It's important.

I'm sorry, we don't open for half an hour.

What's your name, ma'am?

- Darcy.
- Darcy. That's a pretty name.

I'm in a fix. I need a suit for my kid.
This is my son, Frank.

He needs a black suit.

There was a death in the family.
My father, 85 years old, war hero.

There's a funeral this afternoon,
military funeral,

planes flying overhead, 21-gun salute.

Frank needs to borrow a suit
for a couple of hours.

I'm sorry,
we don't loan suits and we're not open.

Darcy, please. Come back.

(SIGHS)

Darcy, is this yours?

I just found it in the parking lot.

Uh-huh.

Must have slipped right off your neck.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

FRANK, SR.: Don't hit the curb.

Now get out, walk around the back
and hold the door open for me.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

- What's next?
- Okay. Stop grinning.

When I get inside,
go back to the front seat and wait.

Even if a cop comes
and writes you a ticket,

don't move the car, understood?

Dad, what's all this for?

You know why the Yankees always win?

Because they have Mickey Mantle?

No, it's because the other teams can't
stop staring at those damn pinstripes.

Watch this. The manager
of Chase Manhattan Bank

is about to open the door for your father.

Mr. Abagnale,

we don't usually loan money to people

who have unresolved business
with the IRS.

That's a misunderstanding.
I hired the wrong guy to do my books.

A mistake anybody could make.

I just need you guys
to help me weather the storm.

You're being investigated
by the government for tax fraud.

(SIGHS) My store is
a landmark in New Rochelle.

I have customers all over New York.

You're not a customer
at Chase Manhattan.

We don't know you.

I'm sure your bank in New Rochelle
could help you out.

My bank went out of business.

Banks like this one
put them out of business.

I know I made a mistake, I admit that.
But these people want blood.

They want my store.
They've threatened to put me in jail.

This is America, right?
I'm not a criminal.

I'm a Medal of Honor winner. A member
of the New Rochelle Rotary Club.

All I'm asking is
for you to help me beat these guys.

It's not a question of winning and losing,
it's a question of risk.

You're the largest bank in the world.
Where's the...

Where's the risk?

How could you let him
take our car like that?

He didn't take anything, we took him.
He overpaid by 500.

Come on, Frank. Let's return the suit.

(PAULA WEEPING)

This place is good.

It's small, but it's gonna be
a lot less work.

A lot less work for you.

FRANK: Hey, Dad.

Hi.

Where is your mother?

I don't know.

She said something
about going to look for a job.

What's she going to be,
a shoe salesman at a centipede farm?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

What are you doing?

You want some pancakes?

For dinner? On my son's 16th birthday?

We're not going to eat pancakes.

Why are you looking at me like that?
You thought I forgot?

- I didn't think you forgot.
- I opened a checking account

in your name.

I put $25 in the account
so you can buy whatever you want.

- Don't tell your mother.
- I won't.

Thanks, Dad.

Didn't that bank turn you down
for a loan?

Yes, they all turned me down.

Then why you opening
a banking account with them?

Because one day, you'll want
something from these people.

A house, a car...

They have all the money.

There's 50 checks there, Frank,

which means, from this day on,

you're in their little club.

I'm in their little club.

You got that, you got it all.

It's even got my name there.

- To the moon.
- To the moon. (CHUCKLES)

To the moon.

(BELL TOLLING)

See that? It's just a school.

No different than Westbourne.

Ma, you said you were going to quit.

Frankie, you don't have to wear
the uniform here.

Why don't you take off your jacket?

I'm used to it.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

Do you know where room 17,
French is?

Yeah...

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(BELL RINGING)

(STUDENTS CHATTERING)

You selling encyclopedias?

He looks like a substitute teacher.

Quiet down, people!

My name is Mr. Abagnale!

- (GROANS)
- That's Abagnale, not Abagnolee,

not Abagnelee, but Abagnale.

Now, somebody please tell me
where you left off in your textbooks.

Excuse me, people.
If I need to ask again,

I'm gonna write up the entire class.

Take your seats!

Chapter seven.

Would you please open your textbooks
to chapter eight

and we'll get started.

- Excuse me. What's your name?
- Brad.

Why don't you get up here

in front of the class
and read conversation number five?

(READING POORLY IN FRENCH)

(STUDENTS LAUGHING)

They sent for me.

They said they needed
a sub for Roberta.

I came all the way from Dixon.

I always sub for Roberta.

Excuse me, why aren't you reading?

I'll never come back
to Bellarmine-Jefferson again!

You tell them not to call me.

Do they think it's easy
for a woman my age

and all the money that it costs to travel?
I tell you, they don't give a damn.

Mr. and Mrs. Abagnale,

this is not a question
of your son's attendance.

I regret to inform you
that for the past week,

Frank has been teaching
Mrs. Glasser's French class.

He what?

Your son has been pretending to be
a substitute teacher.

Lecturing the students,
giving out homework...

Mrs. Glasser has been ill,

and there was some confusion
with the real sub.

Your son held
a teacher-parent conference yesterday

and was planning a class field trip

to a French bread factory in Trenton.

Do you see the problem we have?

I've a note to miss fifth and sixth period
today. Doctor's appointment.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- One moment. I'll be right with you.

- You should fold it.
- What?

That note. It's a fake, right?
You should fold it.

It's a note from my mom.
I have a doctor's appointment.

Yeah, but there's no crease
in the paper.

When your mom hands you a note
to miss school,

the first thing you do is fold it
and put it in your pocket.

If it's real, where's the crease?

(BELL RINGING)

Frankie.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Ma, I'm home.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Remember that girl Joanna
I was telling you about?

I asked her out today.

Think we're going to go
to the junior prom.

- (MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)
- Ma, is this my driver's license?

That's all there is, two bedrooms.

Frankie.

You remember Dad's friend?

Jack Barnes. From the club.

Hello.

He came by looking for your father.

I was giving him a tour of the apartment.

(STAMMERING)
It's very spacious, Paula.

Dad is at the store.

So, Frank,

you're getting to look
more like your old man every day.

Thanks for the sandwich, Paula.

- I'll see you later.
- Wait.

Is this yours?

Oh.

Thanks, Frank.
That's the President's pin.

I'd be in deep trouble if I lost that.

I'll see you all later.

Are you hungry, Frankie?
I'll make you a sandwich.

Jack wanted to talk business
with your father.

He thinks we should get a lawyer
and sue the government.

That it's not legal,
what they're doing to us.

Why aren't you saying anything?

You're not going to tell him, are you?

No.

That's right. There's nothing to tell.

I'm going out for a few hours to visit
some old friends from the tennis club.

When I get home,
we'll all have dinner together.

Right?

But you won't say anything
because it's just silly,

isn't it?

How could we sue anybody?

Do you need some money, Frankie?

A few dollars to buy
some record albums?

Here. Take $5.

Or 10.

You promised you were going to quit.

Ma, I'm home.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Hey, hey!

You stay away from me. You hear me?

I don't know who you are,
but if you come back here...

Frank, calm down, will you?
I'm Dick Kesner.

I want you to leave your things here,
follow me into the next room.

Okay? They're all waiting for you.

PAULA: You don't have to be scared.
I'm right here, Frank.

I'll always be here.

But there are laws. Everything in
this country has to be legal.

So what we need to do
is make some decisions.

That's what Mr. Kesner is here for.

Many times these decisions
are left up to the courts.

But that can be very expensive,
people fighting over their children.

Nobody is fighting.

Look at me, Frank. Nobody is fighting.

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

(WHISPERING)

Do you remember your grandma? Eve?
She arrived this morning.

- (GREETING IN FRENCH)
- Hello.

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

Do you understand
what we're saying to you, Frank?

Your father and I are getting a divorce.

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

Nothing's going to change.
We're still gonna see each other.

- Stop it, please. Don't interrupt.
- You don't have to read all of this.

Most of it is for your parents,
boring adult business.

But this paragraph right here,
this is important

because it states
who you're gonna live with

after the divorce.

Whose custody you will be in.

And there's a blank space right here.

(GRANDMOTHER
GRUMBLING IN FRENCH)

I want you to go into the kitchen,
sit at the table

and put a name down.

You can take as long as you want,

but when you come back into this room,

I want to see a name on that line.

(CHUCKLING) Frank, just write down
a name and this will all be over.

It's going to be okay.

FRANK: Dad, what name?

Your mother or your father.

Just put the name there.
It's as simple as that.

And don't look so scared. It's not a test.

There's no wrong answer.

(MAN CHATTERING ON PA)

(PANTING)

One ticket to Grand Central, please.

That will be $3.50, sir.

Is it okay if I write you a check?

Carl, when do I get to call my father?

CARL: You can call him when we get
to New York.

We leave for the airport in seven hours.

Until then, just sit there.

Be quiet.

On the other side of the hotel,
they got suites that face the park.

It's the best room the F.B.I. can afford.

It's okay, I've stayed in worse.

Please. You have to listen.

I don't want to hear your story.
Two checks bounced.

You know how much trouble I'm in?

No, but listen. I'm telling you.
The bank, they made the mistake.

I'll write you another check right now!

What? Do I look like
I was born yesterday?

Look, it's midnight.
Where am I going to go?

You're a goddamn kid. Go home.

(BABY CRYING)

I hope you understand. My boss
sent me to Brooklyn, then Queens.

Now he wants me in Long Island

to take a few clients out
for a night on the town.

I'm sorry, but we're not allowed
to cash checks from other banks.

- How would we know if they were good?
- What did you say your name was?

- Ashley.
- Ashley.

You know what I found
on the sidewalk out there?

Must have slipped right off your neck.

Is there something
I can help you with, son?

It's my grandmother's birthday
next week

and I want to get her something
extra special.

Please, it's my midterm next week
and my books were stolen.

(COUGHING)

Please, just $5.
No one would have to know.

I'm sorry,
but we are not allowed to take checks

from people we don't know.

MAN: Welcome to New York.

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

Pleasure to have you back, Captain.

What do you think, Angelo?
The tomatoes are ripe this afternoon.

What have we here?

- Can I have your autograph?
- You betcha.

- Can I have your autograph, too?
- You gonna be a pilot?

Mmm-hmm.

There you go. Work hard in school.

FRANK: Dear Dad,

I've decided to become an airline pilot.

I've applied to all the big airlines,

and I have several promising interviews
lined up.

How is Mom?
Have you called her lately?

Love, your son, Frank.

Hello.

I'm Frank Black
from Murrow High School,

and I have an appointment
with Mr. Morgan.

You're the young man who's writing
the article for the school paper.

Yes, ma'am. That's me.

I want to know everything there is
to know about being a pilot.

What airports does Pan Am fly to?
What does a pilot make in a year?

Who tells them where they're gonna
fly to?

- Slow down. Take them one at a time.
- All right.

What does it mean when
one pilot says to another pilot,

"What kind of equipment are you on?"

They want to know what aircraft
you're flying. DC-8, 707, Constellation...

And what about those I.D. badges
that I've seen pilots wear?

Every pilot must have two things
with him at all times.

One is his airline personnel badge,
looks just like this one from Pan Am.

The other one is their FAA license.

And that looks just like this.

Oh...

Do you think I could make a copy
of this to put into my article?

Frank, you can have that one,
it's three years expired.

Thanks. And what about
your I.D. badge?

Do you have an extra one
I could borrow?

No, I can't help you there.

Those are special-ordered
from Polaroid.

The only way to get one
is to become a real live pilot

for Pan American Airways.

WOMAN ON PHONE:
Pan Am, may I help you?

FRANK: (IN SOUTHERN ACCENT)
Yeah. Hello, I'm calling about a uniform.

- Hold for Purchasing.
- Thank you.

WOMAN 2: Purchasing.

I'm a copilot based out of
San Francisco.

I flew a flight into New York last night,

but the problem is I'm headed out
to Paris in three hours.

How can we help you?

I sent my uniform to be cleaned
through the hotel

and I guess they must have lost it.

They lost a uniform.
Happens all the time.

Go down to the Well-Built Uniform
Company at 9th and Broadway.

They're our uniform supplier.

I'll tell Mr. Rosen you're coming.

MAN: You look too young to be a pilot.

I'm a copilot.

Why so nervous?

How would you feel if you lost
your uniform first week on the job?

(LAUGHS) Relax.
Pan Am has got lots of uniforms.

It's gonna be $164.

Great. I'll write you a check.

Sorry, no checks, no cash.

You'll have to fill in
your employee I.D. number.

I'll bill Pan Am, and they'll take it out
of your next paycheck.

Even better.

FRANK: Dear Dad,

you always told me
that an honest man has nothing to fear.

So I'm trying my best not to be afraid.

I'm sorry I ran away,
but you don't have to worry.

I'm gonna get it all back now, Daddy.
I promise. I'm gonna get it all back.

Are you a real live pilot?

I sure am, little lady. What's your name?

- Celine.
- Celine, it's a pleasure to meet you.

It's a pleasure to meet you, too.

That's 50, 70, 80, 90,

$100.

You have yourself a great time in Paris.

I always do.

Excuse me.

I'm John Modiger. I manage this branch.

I want to thank you for coming in
and using our institution.

It's a pleasure to meet you, John.
I'll be back again.

Good.

Have you stayed with us before?

No, I've been primarily based
on the West Coast.

Is it all right if I write you a check
for the room?

- No problem, sir.
- Great.

I was also wondering
if I could write you a personal check?

For airline personnel,
we cash personal checks up to $100.

Payroll checks we cash up to 300.

Did you say 300 for a payroll check?

(TYPING)

FRANK: Dear Dad,

I've decided to become a pilot
for Pan American Airways,

the most trusted name in the skies.

They've accepted me into their training
program and told me if I work hard,

I should earn my wings real soon.

Please get in touch with Joanna Carlton
from the 10th grade.

Tell her I'm sorry that I could not
take her to the junior prom.

Love, your son, Frank.

- Hello, how are you?
- Fine, thank you.

I have a payroll check I'd like to cash.

Certainly.

Excuse me.

I'm sure you hear this all the time,

but you have the most beautiful eyes
I have ever seen.

Yeah, I do get that all the time.
(CHUCKLES)

How would you like it?

I'm sorry, sir. We won't have any cash
until the banks open in an hour.

But I'm sure they can cash your check
at the airport.

The airport?

Who cashes checks at the airport?

The airlines.
They've always taken care of their own.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

- Hello.
- Hi. Are you deadheading?

What?

Are you my deadhead to Miami?

- Yes.
- (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, I'm the deadhead. Here you go.

You're a little late,
but the jump seat is open.

It's been a while since I've done this.
Which one is the jump seat again?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Have a nice flight.

Are you my deadhead?

Frank, Captain Oliver.
John Larkin, the copilot.

Fred Tulley, flight engineer.

Frank Taylor, Pan Am.
Thanks for giving me a lift, boys.

Go ahead and take a seat, Frank.
We're about to push.

What kind of equipment you on, DC-8?

707.

You turning around on the redeye?

I'm jumping puddles
for the next few months,

trying to earn my keep running
leap frogs for the weak and weary.

No shame in that. We all did it.

- Have a seat.
- Thank you.

Would you like a drink after takeoff?

Milk?

PILOT: Eighty knots.
CO-PILOT: Check.

PILOT: V-one. Rotate.

V-two. Positive rate.

COPILOT: Gear up.

FRANK: Dear Dad,
today was graduation.

I am now a copilot,
earning $1,400 a month, plus benefits.

And the best part is,
they tell me my family can fly for free.

So tell Mom to pack her bags
and buy a new swimsuit

because I'm taking us all to Hawaii
for Christmas.

I love you, Dad. Aloha, Frank.

- Hello, deadhead.
- Hello.

Enjoying your free ride?

Marci,

did you drop this?

- Must have slipped right off your neck.
- No.

No!

MARCI: Yes, yes, yes!

(MOANING)

(PANTING)

Why are you stopping?

I want to tell you something, Marci.

This is by far

the best date I have ever been on.

(GIGGLING)

Welcome to Miami Mutual Bank.
How may I help you?

My name is Frank Taylor.
I'm a copilot for Pan Am.

I'd like to cash this check and then

I'd like to take you out for a steak dinner.

(EXCLAIMS IN SURPRISE)

LUCY: Then we feed the checks
into the MICR machine,

which uses special ink to encode

the account numbers
on the bottom of the checks.

And where are these numbers?

- They're right here.
- Right there?

They're called routing numbers.

So where do the checks get routed to?

I don't exactly know.
Nobody ever asked me that before.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Our next item up for bid is also from
the Jersey Central Bank foreclosure.

This is a MICR encoder,
a machine used to encode bank checks.

Do I have an opening bid?

CARL: Our unknown subject
is a paperhanger

who started working on the East Coast.

In the last few weeks,
this unsub has developed

a new form of check fraud
I'm calling "The Float."

What he's doing is he's opening
checking accounts at various banks,

then changing the MICR ink routing
numbers at the bottom of those checks.

Next slide, please. Next slide, please.

The remote thing is broken.
You'll have to do it by hand.

Agent Mullen, it should be
the square button by the side.

This carousel doesn't work.
It's a bad carousel.

- Thank you.
- Move it manually.

This is a map of the 12 banks
of the U.S. Federal Reserve.

Slide.

MICR scanners at every bank
read these numbers

at the bottom of the check. Slide.

And then ship that check off
to its corresponding branch.

Carl, for those of us
who are unfamiliar with bank fraud,

you mind telling us
what the hell you're talking about?

The East Coast branches
are numbered 01 to 06.

The central branch is 07, 08,
so on and so forth.

You mean those numbers at the bottom
of a check actually mean something?

All of this was in the report I filed
two days ago. If you change

a 02 to a 12, that means that check,

which was cashed in New York,

does not go
to the New York Federal Branch,

but it is re-routed all the way
to the San Francisco Federal Branch.

The bank doesn't even know
the check has bounced for two weeks.

Which means our unsub
can stay in one place,

paper the same city over and over again
while his checks circle the country.

You want to talk to my wife.

She's the one who balances
the checkbook at our house.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Next slide.

(PIANO PLAYING)

(DINERS CHATTERING)

Daddy.

My son, the birdman.
That's some uniform, Frank.

What do you think?

Nice.

Sit down.

Dad, have you gotten the postcards?

Of course.

This fork is ice-cold.

No, Dad, that's a chilled salad fork.

It's a fancy restaurant, you know.

Here.

- I got you something.
- What's that?

Open it.

You know what those are, right?

Those are the keys
to a 1965 Cadillac DeVille convertible.

Brand-new, Dad.
Red with white interior,

split seats, air conditioning, the works.

Are you giving me a Cadillac?

I'm giving you a Cadillac.

Dad, she's parked downstairs.

When we're done eating lunch, why
don't you drive on over to Mom's house,

pick her up, take a little joy ride?

Do you know what would happen

if the IRS found out I was driving around
in a new coupe?

I took the train here, Frank.
I'm taking the train home.

All right.

I have plenty of money.

You know, if you ever need anything.

You worried? About me?

No, I'm not worried.

You think I can't buy my own car?

Two mice fell in a bucket
of cream, Frank.

Which one am I?

You're that second mouse.

I went by the store today.

I had to close the store for a while.
It's all about timing, Frank.

Goddamn government knows that.
They hit you when you're down.

I wasn't going to let them take it
from me, so I just

shut the doors myself, called their bluff.

Sooner or later, they'll forget about me.

I understand.

Have you told Ma?

She's so stubborn, your mother.

Don't worry, I'm not going to let her go
without a fight.

I'm fighting for us...

Dad?

...since the day we met.

Daddy, out of all those men,

you were the one that took her home,
remember that?

Two hundred men

sitting in that tiny social hall,
watching her dance.

- What was the name of that town?
- Montrichard, Dad.

I didn't speak a word of French,

and six weeks later, she was my wife.

She is your wife.

My son bought me a Cadillac today.
I think that calls for a toast.

(CLEARS THROAT)

To the best damn pilot in the sky.

It's not what you think. I'm just a copilot.

You see these people staring at you?

These are the most powerful people
in New York City.

They keep peeking over their shoulders,
wondering where you're going tonight.

Where you going, Frank?

Dad, nobody's staring at me.

Some place exotic?

Just tell me where you're going.

Los... Hollywood.

Hollywood?

Come here.

(WHISPERS) The rest of us
really are suckers.

So I got on this red dress
and these high heels, right?

I got a bra out here.

I'm chasing two Puerto Rican guys
through the park.

They got a suitcase
filled with bank robbery loot.

Okay, I'm screaming out,
"F.B.I., freeze!"

I'm reaching for my gun,
but I can't find it in the bra.

It's so damn big,
I thought I was going to shoot my tits off.

(LAUGHING)

That's a funny story.
People always laugh at that story.

Let me ask you a question,
Mr. Amdursky.

If you had so much fun undercover,
why did you transfer to bank fraud?

I didn't transfer.
I was censured and reassigned.

It's like being punished. I was punished.
I screwed up in the field.

What about you, Mr. Fox, were you
punished for screwing up in the field?

No, I've never worked in the field before.

I audited background investigations

of Department of Justice
clerical applicants.

That's just great. I ask for a team
and they drag the bottom of the Pacific.

Mind if I ask you a question,
Agent Hanratty?

How come you're so serious
all the time?

Does it bother you, Mr. Amdursky?

Yeah, it does bother me.

Does it bother you, Mr. Fox?

A little, I guess.

Would you like to hear me tell a joke?

Yeah, we'd love to hear a joke from you.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

Go fuck yourselves.

(GIRL FROM IPANEMA PLAYING)

CLERK: He cashed three checks.
They all cleared.

I was going to deposit this one today.

I don't want any trouble.

No trouble.

No trouble at all.

We'll just take this check
and be on our way. Thank you.

Because I don't want
my customers harassed.

What are you saying? He's still here?

201.

Thank you.

- Corner here.
- Thanks, son.

- Some steps.
- Steps.

Mr. Murphy, how are you?

- Is that Frank?
- Yeah, it's Frank.

- Hey, Frank. How are you?
- How's the knee?

Come on, I'll race you right now.

- Take care.
- Okay, Frank.

Eyeball the back? Come on, Carl.

This guy's a pen-and-ink man,
a goddamn paperhanger.

Why can't we go with you, Carl?

Keep your eyes open, do your job
and I'll buy you both a Good Humor bar.

(GASPING)

It's all right, ma'am. F.B.I.

201.

F.B.I.!

(TOILET FLUSHING)

F.B.I.

Come out of the bathroom!

Step out of the bathroom!

- Hands on your head.
- That's the new IBM Selectric...

- Put your hands on your head!
- ...print type in five seconds...

Shut up!

Put your hands on your head!

He's got over 200 checks,
a gallon of India ink, drafting...

Even has little payroll envelopes
addressed to himself...

- Put it down! Drop it!
- Relax!

You're late, all right?

My name's Barry Allen,
United States Secret Service.

Your boy just tried
to jump out the window.

- My partner has him in custody.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

You think the F.B.I.
are the only ones on this guy? Come on.

He's dabbling in government checks.

We've been following a paper trail
on this guy for months now.

You mind taking that gun
out of my face?

Please. Really. It makes me nervous.

Let me see some credentials.

Yeah, sure.

Take my whole wallet.

You want my gun, too?
Come over here, take my gun.

Hey. Hey, look.

Just do me a favor, take a look outside.
Look out the window.

My partner's walking him to the car
as we speak. Look.

Old guy almost pissed in his pants
when I came through the door.

He jumped right through the window
onto the hood of my car.

Murph?

Call the LAPD. I don't want
people walking through my crime scene.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I didn't expect
the Secret Service on this.

Don't worry about it. (CLEARS THROAT)
What's your name?

Hanratty, Carl Hanratty.

Mind if I see some identification?

You never can be
too careful these days.

Well, tough luck, Carl.

Five minutes earlier, you would've
landed yourself a pretty good collar.

Is that right? Ten seconds later,
you'd have been shot.

Mind if I come downstairs with you?
I got to take a look at this guy.

Sure thing. Just do me a favor
and sit tight for a sec

while I get this evidence downstairs.

I don't want some maid walking
through here and making the bed.

- LAPD should be here any sec.
- Wait.

Your wallet.

You hang onto it for a minute.
I trust you.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALING)

(CHUCKLES)

Secret Service.

Hey!

God damn it!

It was stupid. I made a stupid mistake.

Forget about it.

There are hundreds
of unknown subjects out there.

I can get this guy. The worst thing
a paperhanger can do is show his face.

I read the report.

Six feet tall, brown hair,
27 to 30 years of age, 160 pounds.

This could be almost anybody.

I heard his voice. I saw his face.

There's nothing for him
to hide behind anymore.

Just be careful.

You got 12 years in.

Nobody bothers you down
on the first floor.

You practically wrote
the book on bank fraud.

That's the kind of thing that can
make you section chief someday.

Just don't put yourself
in this type of position.

What type of position?

The position of being humiliated.

Sean, would you like to hear me
tell a joke?

Yeah. Sure.

Knock, knock.

FRANK: My next question is,
when a pilot retires,

Pan Am sends them a check
every single month?

Yeah, pension program
sends a check and benefits.

How much is that check for?

Kid, I'm really not in the mood
for this right now.

This Skywayman's driving me crazy.

Who's the Skywayman?

Some nut flying around the country,
posing as a Pan Am pilot.

There's a column about him
in the paper today.

I keep telling them it's not my problem.
This guy doesn't even fly Pan Am.

Flies everybody else.
Flies United, TWA,

Continental, Eastern.

The Skywayman.

Newspaper loves this clown.

They call him the James Bond
of the sky.

Did you say...

Bond, James Bond.

(JAMES BOND THEME PLAYING)

BOND: Tell me, Joan,
why does he do it?

JOAN: He likes to win.

PUSSY GALORE:
We'll be landing in 20 minutes.

Do you want to play it easy,
or the hard way?

And this isn't a tranquilizer.

Pussy, you know a lot more
about planes than guns.

(IMITATING BOND) Hello, Pussy.

You're sure this is the suit, right?

Positive.

It's the exact suit he wore in the movie.

Okay. I'll take three.

Certainly, Mr. Fleming.

Now all you need is one of those
little foreign sports cars that he drives.

(JAMES BOND THEME
CONTINUES PLAYING)

(THE LOOK OF LOVE PLAYING)

- Hello.
- Hi.

Haven't I seen you before?

Maybe.

A couple of years ago,
I was on the cover of Seventeen.

You're that model, right? Cheryl.

Guys used to put your picture
on their lockers.

Isn't that your silver car
I saw parked out front?

Yeah. One of them.

So, think I could get an autograph?

Do you have a pen in your room?

Shh.

A man like you can buy
anything he wants.

He buys a deck of cards
at the hotel gift shop.

You want to see a card trick?

How much did these cards cost?

I don't know, 55 cents, I think.

And if they sold me downstairs
at the hotel gift shop,

how much would you pay?

I'm sorry, how much would
I pay for what?

The entire night.

How much would you pay me
for the entire night?

Cheryl, I really don't know.

Don't be scared.

Make me an offer.

300?

Go fish.

$500?

Go fish.

600.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Go fish!

$1,000.

Okay.

$1,000.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Wait a second, where are you going?

I'm going downstairs to cash a check.

You think this hotel is going to cash
a $1,000 check at 3:00 a.m.?

It's a New York Savings and Loan
check. It's like gold. They'll cash it.

Don't you think they might get
a little suspicious? Let me see that.

It's a cashier's check.
Endorse it over to me.

I couldn't do that.

This check is for 1,400.
We agreed upon 1,000.

Why don't I give you back 400

and you give me that check?

Even better.

Does this belong to anybody?

(MELE KALIKIMAKA PLAYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

This is Hanratty. Merry Christmas.

FRANK: Hello, Carl.

Hello.

Barry Allen, Secret Service.

I've been trying to track you down now
for the last couple of hours.

What do you want?

I wanted to apologize
for what happened out in Los Angeles.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

No, you don't apologize to me.

Do you always work
on Christmas Eve, Carl?

I volunteered

so the men with families
could go home early.

Looked like you were wearing
a wedding ring out in Los Angeles.

I thought maybe you had a family.

No. No family.

You want to talk to me?
Let's talk face to face.

All right.

I'm at my suite
at the Stuyvesant Arms, room 3113.

In the morning, I leave for Las Vegas
for the weekend.

You think you're going to get me again?

You're not going to Vegas,
you're not in the Stuyvesant Arms.

You'd love for me to send out 20 agents,
Christmas Eve, barge into your hotel,

knock down the door
so you can make fools out of us all.

I'm really sorry if I made a fool
out of you. I really am.

Uh-uh. No.

No. You do not feel sorry for me.

The truth is, I knew it was you.
I didn't get the cuffs on you, but I knew.

People only know
what you tell them, Carl.

Then tell me this,
Barry Allen, Secret Service.

How did you know
I wouldn't look in your wallet?

The same reason
the Yankees always win.

Nobody can keep their eyes
off the pinstripes.

The Yankees win
because they have Mickey Mantle.

No one ever bets on the uniform.

(SCOFFS) You sure about that, Carl?

I'll tell you what I am sure of.

You're going to get caught.

One way or another,
it's a mathematical fact. It's like Vegas.

The house always wins.

Well, Carl, I'm sorry, but I have to go.

You didn't call just to apologize,
did you? (CHUCKLING)

What do you mean?

You have no one else to call.

(LAUGHING)

Whoa!

(LAUGHING)

(TURNS UP MUSIC)

(SINGING)

(HE'S SO FINE PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

More coffee, sir?

- Are you a collector?
- Of what?

Captives of the Cosmic Ray,

The Big Freeze,
Land of the Golden Giants.

- I've got them all.
- What are you talking about?

Barry Allen.

The Flash.

Wait, kid.

You mean, like the comic book?

Yeah, the comic book. When he's not
The Flash, that's his name, Barry Allen.

Thank you.

Now get this, he reads comic books!

Comic books! Barry Allen is The Flash!

FOX: Carl, slow down. I don't know
what the hell you're talking about.

He's a kid. Our unsub is a kid.

That's why we couldn't match his prints,
that's why he doesn't have a record.

I want you to contact NYPD for every

all-points juvenile runaways
in New York City.

Don't forget the airports. He's been
kiting checks all over the country.

- Why New York?
- The Yankees!

He said something about the Yankees!

CARL: Where are we on the list?

FOX: Number 53, Abagnale.

Good morning, ma'am,
we're the F.B.I. agents who called.

Yes, I've been waiting.

I hope you're all hungry.
I put out the Sara Lee.

My husband, Jack, is a lawyer.

What about your first husband,
Mrs. Abagnale?

Abagnale. But I prefer
to be called Barnes.

"Frank William Abagnale."
It says he was in the service.

Did you two meet during the war?

Yeah, I lived in a very small village
in France, Montrichard.

The kind of place
where they never heard of Sara Lee.

Help yourselves.

Nobody doesn't like Sara Lee.

You filled out a missing person's report

for a runaway juvenile by the name of
Frank Abagnale, Jr.

Is Frankie okay?

You're aware of the fact that
he wrote some checks

on a closed account
at Chase Manhattan Bank?

Yes. The police think
he's some type of criminal.

What he did was a felony, Mrs. Barnes.

(SCOFFS) It was $1,000.

Half the kids his age are on dope,
throwing rocks at police.

And they scared me to death
because my son made a little mistake.

A 17-year-old boy has to eat,

has to have a place to sleep.

We understand, ma'am.

Would you happen to have a picture
of your son?

Yes, I have his old yearbook.

Okay.

We need to send out
an all-office teletype.

Our unsub's name
is Frank Abagnale, Jr., age 17!

Is Frankie okay? Is he in trouble?

Ma'am, I'm sorry to have to tell you,
your son is forging checks.

Forging checks? Wait!
I'm sure we can take care of that.

I'm working part-time at the church now.

Just tell me how much he owes
and I'll pay you back.

So far, it's about $1.3 million.

- (YOU REALLY GOT ME PLAYING)
- (TIMER DINGING)

Hi, Melanie, how are you?

When you're in the house,
please use an ashtray.

Frank, this fondue is so good!

- Great. Take this.
- Good, I love Moët!

(MUSIC DISTORTING)

James, please! Stay away
from the hi-fi system, all right?

It's a reel-to-reel,
you can't wind it like that.

Christ, Terry! This is Italian knit!

- Watch where you're going!
- It's just a shirt, man!

Frank! Come quick!

Lance just fell into the conversation pit!

Excuse me,
you know where Lance Applebaum is?

Thank you.

DOCTOR: These bottles need to be
labeled when you pick them up!

Do you understand
how dangerous this is? Do you?

Don't stand there crying. Nod your head.
Tell me you won't do it again.

- Now dry up and get back to work.
- (SOBBING)

You okay?

He told me to pick up the blood, so I did.

But he never told me to label it.

It's okay, stop crying.

What's your name?

Brenda.

Brenda, I wouldn't worry about it.

These doctors don't know everything.

It's my first week.

I think they're going to fire me.

No, nobody's going to fire you, Brenda.

I bet you're good at your job.

No, I'm not.

I bet if I asked you to check
on the status

of my friend Lance Applebaum,

you could do that for me in a second.

Mr. Applebaum fractured his ankle.

Dr. Ashland is treating him
in exam room seven.

You see that? No problem.

This is the emergency chart.

See that blue star? That means
the patient has been diagnosed.

And then after he's been treated,
we put a red circle here. See?

How do you like those braces?

I guess they're all right.

I got mine off last year.

Boy, I hated them. They were bottoms.

I still got to wear my mouth guard.

You have really nice teeth.

Well, thank you.

And you have a pretty smile.

(GIGGLES)

No, I mean it. I really think
those braces look good on you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Brenda.

Yeah.

Do you know if they're hiring here
at the hospital?

I'm not sure. What do you want to do?

I'm a doctor.

FRANK: Dear Dad,

I decided to get off the road for a while.

I've taken a night job at a hospital
and met some really nice people.

Feels good to have
my feet on the ground,

to wake up in the same bed every night.

Who knows, maybe I'll even find
someone to settle down with.

"Harvard Medical School."
Top of your class.

"Southern California
Children's Hospital."

That is a pretty impressive résumé,
Dr. Conners.

Unfortunately,

the only thing I need is

an emergency room supervisor
for my midnight to 8:00 a.m. shift.

Someone to babysit
six interns and 20 nurses.

But...

Hell, I doubt that you'd be interested
in that.

In the past, they've always
let me choose my own nurses.

FRANK: Dr. Connelly.

- Dr. Harris.
- Present.

Dr. Ashland.

Dr. Conners?

You gonna take roll every night?

Yes, I will, Dr. Ashland.

And if you're going to be late,
I suggest you bring a note.

(SNIGGERING)

Miss Basmann.

Miss Mace.

Miss Strong.

Here.

Nurse Brown.

Nurse Sanford.

MAN ON TV: Thirty milligrams
of codeine every four hours.

Run the plasma at 60 drops a minute
till we calculate the fluid requirements.

What do you estimate the degree
and extent of the burns, Kildare?

Second and third-degree burns
over about 20% of the body surface.

- Do you concur?
- I concur. Let's get him up to Pediatrics.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

Hello, Brenda.

Hi, Dr. Conners.

- You need to sign these.
- Thank you.

Do you notice anything different
about me?

You got your braces off! Come here.

I've been trying to show you all night!

Wow.

Good job.

Did it hurt when they took them off?
Mine felt so weird after.

I keep rubbing my tongue over them.
I can't stop!

They're so slippery.

- It feels good, doesn't it?
- Yeah, it feels incredible.

Oh, my!

I'm sorry.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(MOANING)

WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Conners to the E.R.
Dr. Conners to the E.R.

Shouldn't you go?

No. They have a staff doctor
in the emergency ward, we'll be fine.

(PANTING) What if he's in surgery?

Do you really think I have to go?

In here, Dr. Conners.

(BOY CRYING OUT IN PAIN)

Gentlemen, what seems
to be the problem?

Bicycle accident. A fractured tibia
about five inches below the patella.

Hmm.

Dr. Harris.

Do you concur?

Concur with what, sir?

With what Dr. Ashland just said.
Do you concur?

Well, it was a bicycle accident.
The boy told us.

So you concur?

We should take an X-ray, stitch him up
and put him in a walking cast.

Very good, Dr. Ashland. Very good.

Well, you don't seem
to have much need for me.

Carry on.

I blew it, didn't I?

Why didn't I concur?

(VOMITING)

FRANK, SR.: Make yourself at home!

Frank Abagnale, Sr.

You're not a cop.

Special Agent Hanratty, F.B.I.

You're not a cop.
My landlord said you were not a cop.

If you're going to arrest me,
I'd like to put on a different suit.

- If that's okay...
- I'm not here to arrest you.

I'm looking for your son. He's in trouble.

Do you know where he is?

If I tell you where he is,
will you promise not to tell his mother?

Sure.

Frank made up a fake I.D.
and enlisted in the Marine Corps.

He's over in Vietnam right now.

That kid is halfway around the world,

crawling through the damn jungle,
fighting the communists, so...

Please, don't come to my home
and call my boy a criminal...

I never said he was a criminal,
Mr. Abagnale. I said he was in trouble.

If you'd like to give me a call and talk,
here's my number.

You're not a father, are you?

Pardon me?

If you were a father, you'd know.

I would never give up my son.
I would never give up my son.

Yes, sir. I understand.

Sean, now get this.

"Riverbend Apartments, 415 Landover,
Atlanta, Georgia."

Atlanta, Georgia.

I'm on my way to the airport. I'll meet
the team in four hours. Bye-bye!

- Come on, it's okay.
- (BRENDA SOBBING)

You don't have to cry.

I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Frank!
I can't do this.

Brenda, listen to me.

I don't care if you're a virgin, all right?

Really, I can wait.

I'm not a virgin.

I had an abortion two years ago.

My parents had a friend do it.

A man that my father plays golf with.

And when I got better,
they kicked me out of the house.

(SOBBING) I had an abortion
and I wasn't their daughter anymore!

I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad at me.

No, no.

- Please don't be mad at me.
- Shh.

What if I spoke to your parents?

Maybe I can straighten things out.

I ask them all the time,
but they said I still can't come home.

And my daddy's a lawyer.

Brenda?

What if you were engaged to a doctor?

Would that change anything?

What?

What if I went to your parents,

and I spoke to your father

and I asked permission to marry you?

- It's empty.
- Nobody here.

(SIGHS)

Dr. Conners, are you Lutheran?

Yes, I am a Lutheran.

But please, call me Frank.

Frank, would you like to say grace?

Unless you're not comfortable.

Absolutely.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Two little mice fell
into a bucket of cream.

The first mouse
quickly gave up and drowned,

but the second mouse struggled so hard

that he eventually churned
that cream into butter,

and he walked out.

Amen.

That was beautiful.

The mouse churned
that cream into butter.

That's right.

Thank you.

Frank, have you decided which hospital
you want to work at in New Orleans?

To be quite honest,
I'm thinking about getting back into law.

Oh, my! Are you a doctor or a lawyer?

Before I went to medical school,
I passed the bar in California.

I practiced law for one year,
then I decided,

why not try my hand at pediatrics?
(LAUGHS)

You're just full of surprises.

Yeah.

A doctor and a lawyer.
Brenda hit the jackpot.

Where did you go to law school?

Berkeley.

(BOTH GASPING)

Oh, my gosh.
Isn't that where you went, Daddy?

Maybe Frank could come
work for you, Roger.

You're always saying how hard it is
to find assistant prosecutors.

Could he, Daddy? Could he, please?
Could he come work with you, please?

Was that snake Hollingsworth

still teaching there
when you went through Berkeley?

Hollingsworth.

Yes. Grumpy old Hollingsworth, right?

Meaner than ever.

And that dog of his?

Tell me, Frank,
what was the name of his little dog?

I'm sorry.

The dog was dead.

WOMEN: Oh.

How unfortunate.

Yeah.

A doctor, a lawyer, a Lutheran.

So, what are you, Frank?

'Cause I think you're about to ask
for my daughter's hand in marriage,

and I have a right to know.

Know what, sir?

The truth.

Tell me the truth, Frank.

What are you doing here?

What is a man like you
doing with Brenda?

If you want my blessing,
if you want my daughter,

I'd like to hear it from you now.

The truth is, sir...

The truth is that...

I'm not a doctor, I'm not a lawyer.

I'm not an airline pilot.

I'm nothing, really.

I'm just a kid
who's in love with your daughter.

No.

You know what you are?

You're a romantic.

Men like us are nothing
without the women we love.

I must confess,
I'm guilty of the same foolish whimsy.

I proposed to Carol after five dates

with two nickels in my pockets
and holes in my shoes

because I knew she was the one.

So go ahead, Frank.

Don't be afraid.

Ask the question you came here
to ask me.

What would I have to do to take the bar
here in New Orleans?

(LAUGHING)

No, the other question.

WOMAN: Right through that door.

Good luck, Mr. Conners.

Thank you.

Hey, Frank.

You know what I could never figure out?

How did you cheat on the bar exam
in Louisiana?

What's the difference?

- Someone took the test for you?
- I'm going to prison for a long time.

Seriously, what's the difference?

It's a simple question.

Are you going to eat that éclair?

Yeah. I'm saving it for later.

Or you want to split it with me?

No.

Give me half that éclair and I'll tell you.

I'm gonna figure it out sooner or later.

You'll be working under Phillip Rigby
in corporate law.

Why don't you settle in,
organize your desk?

We're having lunch at 12:30

with the Attorney General
and Governor McKeithen himself.

A governor!

Did we spell it right?

You sure did.

Congratulations.

- Thank you, sir.
- Welcome aboard.

Look at this photograph, Mr. Stewart.

It's a photograph of Prentice York,
where they found him, dead.

Here is an enlargement
of part of that photograph.

This is a photograph of the defendant's
signature on a canceled check.

Here is an enlargement of that
same signature, which matches

the signature on the letters
that he wrote to Mrs. Simon,

which discuss the possibility of
defrauding the great state of Louisiana.

Your Honor,
ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

this is irrefutable evidence
that the defendant is, in fact, lying.

Mr. Conners,
this is a preliminary hearing.

There is no defendant.

There is no jury.

It's just me.

Son,

what in the hell is wrong with you?

Is that Mitch? Roger!

It's Mitch!

I lost all track of time.

MITCH MILLER: As studio guests
for the sing-along tonight,

we have the children's choir

of Saint Monica's Church
in New York City.

Won't you join them and the gang
in a few songs for the Irish? Everybody!

(CHOIR SINGING
HAS ANYBODY HERE SEEN KELLY?)

(SINGING ALONG)

(EMBRACEABLE YOU PLAYING)

Dad?

What are you doing here?

I came to see you.

What are you doing dressed like this?

I took a government job.

You see what I'm doing?
Do you have a good lawyer?

I sort of am a lawyer now.

Look at this letter. The IRS wants more.

I had a deal with them. Two penalties.

They ate the cake,
now they want the crumbs.

I want to sue them.

Now they want the crumbs.

Sit down.

They're trying to scare me,
intimidate me. You know what?

You know what?

I'll make them chase me

for the rest of their lives!

It's great to see you, Daddy.

Sit down, I want to show you something.

I came here to give you this.

It's an invitation to an engagement party.

Daddy, I'm getting married.

Can you believe that
I'm getting married?

You don't need to worry
about anything now, Dad. Listen.

I'm getting a brand-new Cadillac,
I'm getting a $60,000 house,

I'm getting it all back.

All the jewelry, the furs, everything
they took from us, I'll get it back.

Has Ma seen you dressed like this?

Yeah, she came to pick up some boxes.

That's okay. You know why?

Because she's going to the wedding
with us.

I'm gonna get you
a brand-new suit, Dad.

One of those Manhattan Eagle,
three-button black pearl suits.

You'll look great.

Those are nice. She won't see me.

Have you tried to call her?

Why don't you call her right now?

Why don't you call her right now?

Dad, just call her.

Call her for me.

Tell her I have two first-class tickets
to go see her son's wedding...

You mother's married now
to my friend, Jack Barnes.

They have a house in Long Island.

I had an F.B.I. agent come see me.

You got their number, son.
The guy looked scared.

The United States Government, champ,
running for the hills.

Pow! To the moon!

Dad.

It's over.

I'm going to stop now.

They're never gonna catch you, Frank.

She wouldn't do that!
Why would she do that to you?

Come on. Sit with me. Have a drink.
I'm your father.

Then ask me to stop.
Then ask me to stop.

You can't stop.

Where are you going?

Come on, Frank, where are you going?

Where are you going?
Where are you going tonight?

Some place exotic?

Where are you going tonight?
Tahiti? Hawaii?

(PHONE RINGING)

This is Hanratty.

FRANK: Hello, Carl.

Merry Christmas.

How are you, Dr. Conners?

Carl, I haven't been Dr. Conners
for months now.

(CARL CLEARS THROAT)

Well,

I'm sitting here in my office
on Christmas Eve.

What do you want?

(SIGHS)

Okay.

I want it to be over.

I want it to be over. I'm getting married.

I'm settling down.

You've stolen almost $4 million.

You think we could call it
a wedding present?

This isn't something
you get to walk away from, Frank.

- I want to call a truce.
- No truce.

You will be caught, you will go to prison.
Where did you think this was going?

Please leave me alone, Carl.

Please?

I'm getting close, aren't I?

You're scared because
I'm getting close. I know

you rented a car in Shreveport,
stayed in a hotel on Lake Charles.

You want to run, be my guest.

Your checks don't lie as well as you do.

Stop chasing me.

I can't stop.

It's my job.

It's okay, Carl.

I just thought I'd ask.

Hey.

Merry Christmas.

(HANGS UP)

I love my job.

All right.

Let's get every newspaper in Louisiana
for the last two months.

What're we looking for?

Engagement announcements.
Name of Conners.

Come on, the kid
would have changed his name by now.

Uh-uh. He can't change it.

She thinks he's Conners.

If he loses the name, he loses the girl.

(I CAN'T GIVE YOU
ANYTHING BUT LOVE PLAYING)

- Congratulations!
- Having a good time?

Keep dancing.

Look who's here.

I'm going to the little boys' room.

Hurry back.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Good evening.
I'm Agent Hanratty with the F.B.I.

We'd like to have a few kind words
with your host, if possible.

I'll get him.

Right over there, sir.

Good evening, gentlemen.
I'm Roger Strong.

Carl Hanratty, F.B.I.
These are Agents Amdursky and Fox.

- Sorry to crash your party, sir.
- Not at all. What can I do for you?

If it's not too much trouble,
I'd like to meet the groom.

Is there a problem?

Frank! Can you hold all these?

They're checks.
They're from my dad's friends.

They're for us so
we can start our new life...

What are you doing? What's wrong?

We have to leave.

You love me, right?

I mean, you'd love me no matter what.

You'd love me whether I was sick
or poor, or if I had a different name.

Frank, where did you get
all that money?

Brenda, listen. A name doesn't matter.

My name is Frank Conners.

That's who I am with you.
But we all have secrets.

Sometimes when I travel,
I use the name Frank Taylor.

That's my secret.

Frank Taylor, you know.
Frank Black. It doesn't matter.

Why are you saying all this?

Brenda, I don't want to lie
to you anymore.

I'm not a doctor,
I never went to medical school.

I'm not a lawyer, or a Harvard graduate
or a Lutheran.

I ran away from home
a year and a half ago when I was 16.

Frank.

You're not a Lutheran?

You see all this money? I have more.

I have plenty more.

I have enough money to last us
for the rest of our lives. Look.

Frank, stop teasing me!

You're Frank Conners
and you're 28 years old...

Why would you lie to me?

- Brenda.
- (GASPS)

I want to know your name.
Tell me your name.

We can live anywhere we want.
But you have to trust me.

Do you trust me?
Do you love me, Brenda?

Yes. I love you.

Excuse me, Mother.

This is Mr. Hanratty. My wife, Carol.

- Mister...
- Hanratty, ma'am.

Have you seen Frank or Brenda?

I think they went upstairs.

Come here.

In two days,
meet me at Miami International Airport.

Leave the house after your parents
go to sleep. Take a taxicab.

Give the taxi driver this money.
Tell him to drive all through the night.

You're gonna leave at 10:00 a.m.

10:00 a.m. All right?

(VOCALIZING)

- Which room, sir?
- In the corner.

You have to listen. The International
Terminal in Miami. Say it.

No matter what, take a taxicab,
be there at 10:00 a.m.

I'll be there at 10:00 a.m.
no matter what.

In two days. Two days, Brenda.
Two days.

In two days I'll be there,
no matter what, at 10:00 a.m.

We're not gonna tell anyone, Brenda.
You have to promise me now.

Please! Before you go,
please tell me your name. Tell me.

Frank William Abagnale, Jr.

(WEEPING)

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

(SIGHS)

Brenda.

AMDURSKY: This guy is a no-show.
CARL: Maybe he was tipped.

He's not here today, it'll be tomorrow.

We'll get him before
he leaves the country.

He doesn't have a passport.

For the last six months,
he's gone to Harvard and Berkeley.

I'm betting he can get a passport.

Our men are waiting for him here
in Miami International.

He's used it before,
he knows the layout.

The Miami police offered us
50 uniformed cops in two shifts of 25.

With our guys,
that's almost 100 men in one airport.

Don't you think we should
spread it around?

No, this is the exit point.

How do you know he hasn't rented a car

and driven to airports
in New York, Atlanta?

Because I'm not in New York.
I'm not in Atlanta.

Yes. This is Frank Roberts.

I'm letting all the universities
in the area know

that Pan Am will be initiating
a new recruiting program this year.

I'll be stopping by
your campus tomorrow morning.

Thank you all very much for coming.

At the end of the day,
I'll be choosing eight young ladies

- to be a part of
-(GIRLS EXCLAIMING)

Pan Am's future stewardess
flight crew program.

These eight young ladies
will accompany me on

a two-month public relations tour
through Europe

where they will discover firsthand
what it takes

to be a Pan American stewardess.

(ALL CHEERING)

Give me at least two men, no,
one man per every two counters.

Amdursky?

Make sure your uniforms are covering
the sidewalks, entrances and exits.

Let's have periodic sweeps
of the men's lav.

What qualifies me
to be a future stewardess?

Well, I think that I'm really friendly
and I can really help out

and make people feel welcome
on the plane and...

We'll be traveling
at 6,000 miles per hour,

at an altitude of 300 feet.

(SINGING) All my bags are packed

I'm ready to go

(PLAYING PIANO)

Ilene Anderson.

(LOUD CHEERS)

Miggy Acker.

Debra Jo McMillan.

Candy Heston.

(COME FLY WITH ME PLAYING)

- Did you see that blonde out front?
- I should have been a pilot.

Exactly.

WOMAN ON PA: Mr. Hanratty,
pick up the courtesy telephone.

Hanratty.

AMDURSKY: Your walkie-talkie
wasn't working.

There's a guy in a Pan Am uniform

sitting in a white Coupe DeVille
in front of Terminal J.

That's the charter terminal.
Did you get a look at his face?

He's got his pilot's cap on.
Carl, I think it's him.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Out of the car, Frank.

Frank?

Step out of the car.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

Don't shoot me. I'm just a driver.

A man paid me $100
to wear this uniform

- to pick someone up at the airport.
- Who're you picking up?

Hey!

CARL: South America, Australia,
Singapore, Egypt.

The kid's gone completely
out of control.

- Why wasn't I called?
- Nobody was called, sir.

The banks didn't know
what was happening until last week.

That's impossible.

They didn't call because it's not
counterfeiting. It's something else.

- What is he doing?
- He's making real checks, sir.

These are so perfect,
the airline didn't know the difference.

Last check was cashed in Madrid
a week ago.

My guess is he's still there.
We've to leave now, sir. Today.

For where? Spain?
You want to go to Spain?

Eventually, he's gotta go back
to where the checks were printed.

I think that's why he's moving back
through Europe.

Look at the map, sir.
He's making a circle.

He's running out of checks.

It's a long shot, but if we could track him
from Madrid, we could still catch him.

I'm sorry, Carl. If you couldn't catch him
here, you're not gonna catch him there.

We're going to let him get away.

No, Carl, you let him get away.

A perfect one-sixteenth

all the way around.

Color separation is flawless.

There's no bleeding.

Nobody does work like this
in the States.

Nobody but us.

Where was it printed?

- It was printed on a monster.
- A monster.

- A Heidelberg, an Istra.
- Heidelberg.

A dinosaur, four colors,
you can smell the weight.

- Two tons, without the ink.
- (SNIFFS)

Where do they do printing like this?

Germany, Great Britain.

France.

France. Frank's mother said the name
of a village in France,

where they didn't have Sara Lee.

The village where
she met Frank's father.

I don't remember.

It started with an "M."
It was "Mont" something. Mr. Fox?

Yes. Question,
"You met your husband during the war?"

Answer, "I lived in a very small village
in France,

"the kind of place
where they never heard of Sara Lee."

Tell me you wrote down
the name of the village, Mr. Fox.

Montrichard.

(CHOIR SINGING CHRISTMAS CAROL)

(PRINTING PRESS RUNNING)

(BELL RINGING)

Carl?

Merry Christmas!

How is it that we're always talking
on Christmas?

Every Christmas, I'm talking to you!

Put your shirt on, Frank.
You're under arrest.

Are you hungry?
Do you want some beans?

Carl, they got
the best French beans here.

There's two dozen
French police officers outside.

They wanted to bring you in,

but they needed the help
of an American.

But I told them
I wouldn't bring them to you,

unless I could put the cuffs
on you myself.

You have a gun? Do you have a gun?
No gun?

- No.
- No gun.

And you're telling me what?

(LAUGHS) There's two dozen
French police officers

out there right now on Christmas Eve?

- That's what you're telling me?
- Yeah.

All right. There's no windows here.

I'm going to take a look
out the front door.

No!

I told them I'd walk out first
and give a signal. Put these on yourself.

No, I can't do that! You know why?

(PANTING)

Because I think you're full of shit.

I don't think there's anyone else
out there.

I think it's just me and you. That's right.

It's just me and you,
and you know what?

You're gonna have to catch me yourself.

- We don't have time for this.
- That's good.

Tell me what you want me to see.

- I wouldn't lie to you.
- You're wearing a wedding ring.

You lied to me about that!
Did you lie about that?

You asked me if I had a family.
I did. But I don't anymore.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes. No, there is no problem.
We're coming out right now.

(LAUGHING)

That was good.

Did you pay some hotel desk clerk
to make that call for you?

Is that what you did?

It was Captain Luc.
I've got one minute to bring you out.

Captain Luc? Oh, Captain Luc! Well,

that sounds pretty official to me,
but, like I said,

I think it's just me and you here.
So you'll have to catch me.

Frank, you have to trust me on this.

These people have been embarrassed.
They're angry.

You rob their banks, you steal
their money, you live in their country.

I told you this was
what was going to happen.

That there was no other way
for it to end.

Don't make a mistake.

That's good, Carl, you know?

Keep pushing that lie. Keep pushing it.

- Keep pushing till you make it true.
- They'll kill you.

You walk out that door,
they're gonna kill you.

(PANTING)

Is that the truth?

Yeah.

Do you have any children, Carl?

I have a 4-year-old daughter.

Do you swear on your daughter?

You swear?

You swear?

(CHOIR CONTINUES SINGING
CHRISTMAS CAROL)

That was really good, Carl.

(SIRENS WAILING)

I have him in custody.

(MAN SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

I got him! It's all right.

It's all right. I got him.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I want it on the record.

Frank Abagnale surrendered
of his own accord. Understood?

Where are you taking him?
I'm supposed to go.

Let me in the car!

Don't worry. I'll have you extradited back
to the United States.

Carl.

You have to remember
to let me call my father when we land.

I want to talk to him before he sees me
on television or something like that.

Carl, look.

That's LaGuardia right there.

Runway 44.

Frank, your father is dead.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want to say anything
until we got closer to home.

He fell down some steps

at Grand Central Station
trying to catch a train.

I didn't want to be the one to tell you.

You're lying, right?

You said I could talk to him.

Who are you to say something like that?

- You said I could talk to him.
- He fell

and he broke his neck. I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SOBBING) God damn it!

I'm going to be sick.

It's all right. It's okay.

- I'm going to be sick!
- Sure. Let's go to the bathroom.

God damn it!

(SOBBING)

(BANGING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Daddy.

You'll have to take your seat, sir.

I've told you twice.
We're landing. All of you.

Frank! Come on now.

We're landing in six minutes.
You need to be in your seats...

- Open the door!
- ...with seat belts fastened.

Frank!

You do it.

Frank!

All right,
remain seated everyone, please.

Please remain seated.

God Almighty.

(THE CHRISTMAS SONG PLAYING)

What's your name?

Where's your mommy?

OFFICER: Sarge, we're good.

Hold up!

Put your hands behind your head!

Carl.

Get me in the car, please.

Put him in.

JUDGE: Taking into account
the gravity of these crimes,

your history of bold
and elusive behavior

and your complete lack of respect
for the laws of the United States,

I have no choice but to ignore
your request to be treated as a minor,

and sentence you to 12 years
in Atlanta's maximum security prison

and recommend strongly
that you be kept in isolation

for the entirety of that sentence.

(SIGHS)

Merry Christmas, Frank.

I got you some comic books.

How's your daughter?
What was her name?

Grace.

I don't know. She lives with her mother
in Chicago, I don't get to see her much.

What's in the briefcase?

I'm on my way to the airport.

It's a paperhanger
working his way through Minnesota.

(CHUCKLING)

Jesus. He's driving us crazy.

You got any of the checks?

Yeah, I got a counterfeit he drew

in Great Lakes Savings and Loan.

He's using a stencil machine
and an Underwood.

It's a teller at the bank.

Say again?

It's definitely a teller, Carl.

Banks always use hand stamps
for the dates.

They get used over and over again,
so they always get worn out.

And the numbers are always cracking.
The sixes and the nines,

see, they go first.

Thanks.

(DOOR BUZZING)

MARSH: I'd like you to take a look
at something for me.

Tell me what you think.

That's a fake.

How do you know,
you haven't looked at it?

There's no perforated edge, right?

I mean, this check was hand-cut,
not fed.

Yeah.

Paper is double-bonded,
much too heavy to be a bank check.

Magnetic ink, it's raised against
my fingers instead of flat.

(SNIFFING)

And this doesn't smell like MICR,
it's some kind of a drafting ink.

The kind you get at a stationery store.

Frank,

would you be interested in working
with the F.B.I.'s Financial Crimes Unit?

I already got a job here, you know.
I deliver the mail.

Frank, we have the power
to take you out of prison.

You'll be placed in the custody
of the F.B.I. where you'd serve out

the remainder of your sentence

as an employee
of the Federal Government.

Under whose custody?

Hi.

I'm Frank Abagnale.
I'm supposed to start work here today.

It's a tour company
operating out of the BVI.

Sir, Mr. Abagnale is here.

I'm gonna call you back.

- Hello, Carl.
- Welcome to the F.B.I.

I'll show you where you're working.

How long do I have to work here?

It's 8:15 in the morning
to 5:00 in the afternoon,

45 minutes for lunch.

No. I mean, how long?

Every day.

Every day, Frank, till we let you go.

Hey, Carl.

How are you doing?

It's not a good time, Frank.
I'm clearing my desk for the weekend.

You mind
if I come to work with you tomorrow?

Tomorrow is Saturday.

I'm flying to Chicago
to see my daughter.

I'll be back to work on Monday.

- You're going to see Grace?
- Yeah, that's the plan.

What should I do till Monday?

I'm sorry, kid, I can't help you there.
Excuse me.

(PHONE RINGING)

This is Hanratty.

Yeah, put him on.

Mr. Sawyer.

How are you?

I have half a dozen more checks
on that tour operator at the BVI.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

How did you do it, Frank?

How did you pass the bar in Louisiana?

What are you doing here?

Listen.

I'm sorry I put you through all this.

You go back to Europe,
you'll die in Perpignan Prison.

You try to run here in the States,

we'll send you back to Atlanta
for 50 years.

I know that.

I spent four years
trying to arrange your release.

I had to convince my bosses
at the F.B.I.

and the Attorney General
of the United States you wouldn't run.

Why did you do it?

- You're just a kid.
- I'm not your kid.

You said you were going to Chicago.

My daughter can't see me this weekend.
She's going skiing.

You said she was four years old.
You're lying.

She was four when I left. Now she's 15.

My wife has been remarried
for 11 years.

I see Grace every now and again.

- I don't understand.
- Sure you do.

Sometimes it's easier living the lie.

I'm gonna let you fly tonight, Frank.

I won't even try to stop you, because
I know you'll be back on Monday.

Yeah.

- How do you know I'll come back?
- (CHUCKLES)

Look.

Frank.

Nobody is chasing you.

Alice, has he still not called?

No, he hasn't.

CARL: Good morning.

I've called this meeting to discuss

a new type of check fraud
and counterfeiting.

The unsub is washing
and altering checks,

then passing them throughout Arizona.

This unsub is a big dog,
passing checks as large as five figures.

(DOOR OPENING)

Sorry I'm late.

Sorry.

We have a recovered check
on Agent Reiter's desk.

Why don't we step out to the bullpen?

There's impressions on every line.

Looks like the original amount
was for $60.

Mind if I take a look?

Cashed in Flagstaff a week ago.

Cost the bank $16,000.

- It's a real check.
- Yeah.

It's been washed.
The only thing original is the signature.

But it's perfect.

I mean, this isn't hydrochloride
or bleach.

No.

Something new.

A nail polish remover where the acetone
removes the ink that's not been printed?

How did you do it, Frank?

How did you cheat on the bar exam
in Louisiana?

I didn't cheat.

I studied for two weeks and I passed.

Is that the truth?

Is that the truth?

I'll bet this guy steals checks
out of mailboxes.

He washes off their names
and puts on his own.

You're saying he's a local?

If it were me, I'd call the bank first.
Check out the balance...

Make sure there's enough money
in there to make it worth your while.

Exactly.

You know, Carl, I think
this guy is pretty smart.

Guess all we have to do now
is catch him.