Doctor Harris: I blew it didn't I? Why didn't I concur?
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Doctor Harris: I blew it didn't I? Why didn't I concur?
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Dear Dad, you always told me that an honest man has nothing to fear, so I'm trying my best not to be afraid.
Carl Hanratty: How'd you do it, Frank? How did you cheat on the bar exam in Louisiana?
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Christ! Terry! This is Italian knit.
: Frank and Carl remain close friends to this day.
: Frank Abagnale Jr. has been married for 26 years. He has three sons and lives a quiet life in the Midwest.
: Frank has also designed many of the secure checks that banks and fortune 500 companies use every day.
: For his services, these companies pay Frank Abagnale Jr. millions of dollars a year.
Doctor Harris: I blew it didn't I? Why didn't I concur?
Carl Hanratty: How'd you do it, Frank? How did you cheat on the bar exam in Louisiana?
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Christ! Terry! This is Italian knit.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Hello, Pussy.
: Frank Abagnale Jr. has been married for 26 years. He has three sons and lives a quiet life in the Midwest.
: Frank and Carl remain close friends to this day.
: Frank has also designed many of the secure checks that banks and fortune 500 companies use every day.
: For his services, these companies pay Frank Abagnale Jr. millions of dollars a year.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Dear Dad, you always told me that an honest man has nothing to fear, so I'm trying my best not to be afraid.
Carl Hanratty: How'd you do it, Frank? How did you cheat on the bar exam in Louisiana?
: Frank Abagnale Jr. has been married for 26 years. He has three sons and lives a quiet life in the Midwest.
: Frank and Carl remain close friends to this day.
: Frank has also designed many of the secure checks that banks and fortune 500 companies use every day.
: For his services, these companies pay Frank Abagnale Jr. millions of dollars a year.
Candy: We'll be travelling at 6000 miles per hour at an altitude of 300 feet
Carl Hanratty: How'd you do it, Frank? How'd you pass the bar in Louisiana? Frank Abagnale, Jr.: What are you doing here? Carl Hanratty: Listen... Frank Abagnale, Jr.: I'm sorry I put you through all this. Carl Hanratty: You go back to Europe, you're gonna die in Perpignan Prison. You try to run here in the States, we'll send you back to Atlanta for 50 years. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: I know that. Carl Hanratty: I spent four years trying to arrange your release. Had to convince my bosses at the FBI and the Attorney General of the United States you wouldn't run. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Why'd you do it? Carl Hanratty: You're just a kid. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: I'm not your kid. You said you were going to Chicago. Carl Hanratty: My daughter can't see me this weekend. She's going skiing. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: You said she was four years old. You're lying. Carl Hanratty: She was four when I left. Now she's 15. My wife's been remarried for 11 years. I see Grace every now and again. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: I don't understand. Carl Hanratty: Sure you do. Sometimes, it's easier living the lie. Carl Hanratty: I'm going to let you fly tonight, Frank. I'm not even going to try to stop you. That's because I know you'll be back on Monday. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Yeah? How do you know I'll come back? Carl Hanratty: Frank, look. Nobody's chasing you.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: You know why the Yankees always win, Frank? Frank Abagnale, Jr.: 'Cause they have Mickey Mantle? Frank Abagnale Sr.: No, it's 'cause the other teams can't stop staring at those damn pinstripes.
Kid: More coffee, sir? Kid: Are you a collector? Carl Hanratty: Of what? Kid: Captives of the Cosmic Ray, The Big Freeze, Land of the Golden Giants. I've got em all. Carl Hanratty: What are you talking about? Kid: Barry Allen. The Flash. Carl Hanratty: Wait, kid, kid, kid. You mean like the comic book? Kid: Yeah, the comic book. When he's not The Flash. That's his name, Barry Allen. Carl Hanratty: Thank you. Carl Hanratty: Now get this: he reads comic books. Comic books! Barry Allen is The Flash! Tom Fox: Carl, slow down, slow down. I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Carl Hanratty: 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. Now, I want you to contact the NYPD for every all-points juvenile runaways in New York City. And don't forget the airports. He's been kiting checks all over the country. Tom Fox: But why New York? Carl Hanratty: The Yankees! He said something about the Yankees!
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Brenda, I don't want to lie to you anymore. All right? I'm not a doctor. I never went to medical school. I'm not a lawyer, or a Harvard graduate, or a Lutheran. Brenda, I ran away from home a year and a half ago when I was 16. Brenda Strong: Frank? Frank? You're not a Lutheran?
Carl Hanratty: There's impressions on every line... looks like the original amount was for $60... Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Mind if I take a look? Carl Hanratty: Cashed in Flagstaff a week ago. Cost the bank $16,000. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: It's a real check. Carl Hanratty: Yeah. Yeah, it's been washed. The only thing original is the signature. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: But it's perfect, Carl. I mean, this isn't hydrochloride or bleach. Carl Hanratty: No. Something new. Maybe a nail polish remover where the acetone removes the ink that's not been printed? Carl Hanratty: How did you do it, Frank? How did you cheat on the bar exam in Louisiana? Frank Abagnale, Jr.: I didn't cheat. I studied for two weeks and I passed. Carl Hanratty: Is that the truth, Frank? Is that the truth? Frank Abagnale, Jr.: I'll bet this guy steals checks out of mailboxes. He washes off their names and he puts on his own. Carl Hanratty: You're saying he's a local? Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Well, if it were me, you know, I'd call the bank first... check out the balance... Carl Hanratty: Make sure there's enough money in there to make it worth your while... Frank Abagnale, Jr.: You know, Carl, I think this guy's pretty smart. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Now, all we have to do is catch him.
Roger Strong: Frank, would you like to say grace? Roger Strong: Unless you're not comfortable. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Absolutely. Two little mice fell into a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned, but the second mouse, he struggled so hard that he eventually churned that cream into butter and he walked out. Amen. Carol Strong: Oh, that was beautiful. The mouse, he churned that cream into butter.
Paula Abagnale: Just tell me how much he owes and I'll pay you back. Carl Hanratty: So far, it's about 1.3 million dollars.
Tom Fox: He doesn't have a passport. Carl Hanratty: For the last six months, he's gone to Harvard and Berkeley. I'm betting he can get a passport.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: She's so stubborn, your mother. Don't worry, I won't let her go without a fight. I've been fighting for her since the day we met. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Dad, out of all those men - you were the one who took her home, remember that. Frank Abagnale Sr.: Two-hundred men sitting in that tiny social hall watching her dance. What was the name of that town? Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Montrichard, Dad. Frank Abagnale Sr.: I didn't speak a word of French, six weeks later she was my wife.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Carl? Carl! Merry Christmas! How is it we're always talking on Christmas, Carl? Every Christmas, I'm talking to you! Carl Hanratty: Put your shirt on, Frank. You're under arrest.
Earl Amdursky: Why won't he just take a taxi to New York or Atlanta? Carl Hanratty: Because *I'm* not in New York. *I'm* not in Atlanta.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Carl, how long do I have to work here? Carl Hanratty: 7: 15 in the morning, 4: 00 in the afternoon, 45 minutes for lunch. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: I mean, how long? Carl Hanratty: Every day. Every day, Frank, until we let you go.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: Where's your mother? Frank Abagnale, Jr.: I don't know. She said something about going to look for a job. Frank Abagnale Sr.: What's she gonna be, a shoe salesman at a centipede farm?
Carl Hanratty: But, sir, we're gonna let him get away. Assistant Director Marsh: No, Carl, you let him get away.
Roger Strong: 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. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Know what, sir? Roger Strong: 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. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: The truth is, sir, that... The truth is that... I'm not a doctor, I'm not a lawyer, I'm not an airline pilot. I'm... I'm nothing, really. I'm-I'm-I'm just a kid who's in love with your daughter. Roger Strong: No. Roger Strong: You know what you are? Roger Strong: 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. Roger Strong: So, go ahead, Frank. Don't be afraid. Ask the question you came here to ask me. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Sir, uh, uh... w-what would I have to do to take the bar here in New Orleans? Roger Strong: No, the -- the other question.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Mr. Mudrick, Mr. Mudrick, please, you have to listen. Hotel Manager: I don't want to hear your story. This is two checks that bounced. You know how much trouble I'm in? Frank Abagnale, Jr.: No, but listen, I'm telling you, the bank, they made the mistake. I'll write you another check right now! Hotel Manager: What, do I look like I was born yesterday? Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Look, it's midnight, Mr. Mudrick. Where am I gonna go? Hotel Manager: You're a goddamn kid. Go home.
