I have plenty of money.
You know, if you ever, ever need anything...
You worried?
About me?
No, I'm not... 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 awhile.
It's all about timing, Frank.
The 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, I...
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 been fighting for us...
(gasps quietly)
Dad?
...since the day we... we met.
Daddy, out of all those men
you were the one that took her home, remember that.
200 men, sitting in that tiny social hall
watching her dance.
What was the name of that town?
Montrichard, Dad.
Yeah.
I didn't speak a word of French
and six weeks later, she was my wi...
She's your wife.
My son bought me a Cadillac today.
I think that calls for a toast.
(soft jazz playing)
(inhaling deeply)
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
and 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 An... Hollywood.
Hollywood.
(sniffles)
(whispering): The rest of us...
really are suckers.
So, I got on this red dress and these high heels, right?
And I got a bra, like, out here, okay?
And I'm chasing these two Puerto Rican guys
through the park.
Hollywood California
They got a suitcase filled with bank robbery loot.
Okay, I'm screaming out, "FBI, freeze!"
And 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)
You know, that's a funny story.
People always laugh at that story.
Let me ask you a question, Mr. Amdursky.
If you were having 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?
Oh, no, no, no, I've never worked in the field before.
I audited background investigations
of Department of Justice clerical applicants.
Well, that's just great.
I ask for a team
and they drag the bottom of the Pacific.
You 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. Yeah, it does bother me.
Does it bother you, Mr. Fox?
A little, I guess.
Well, would you like to hear me tell a joke?
Yeah. Yeah, we'd love to hear a joke from you.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Go fuck yourselves.
(swing music playing on car radio)
# Tall and tan and young and lovely #
# The girl from Ipanema... #
MAN: 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.
Good.
Because I don't want my customers harassed.
#... Each one she passes goes ahh... #
What are you saying, he's still here?
201.
#... Oh, but he watches so sadly... #
Thank you.
Corner here.
Oh, thanks, son.
#... How can he tell her he loves her... #
Some steps.
Steps.
Hey, 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.
(chuckling): Take care.
Okay, Frank.
AMDURSKY: "Eyeball the back"?
Come on, Carl, this guy's a pen and ink man.
A goddamn paperhanger.
He doesn't even carry a gun.
Why can't we go with you, Carl?
You just keep your eyes open, do your job
and I'll buy you both a Good Humor bar.
(grunts)
(gasps)
It's all right, ma'am. FBI.
(whimpers)
201... 201, 201.
201...
201... 201... 201... 201...
(anxious breathing)
(music building dramatically)
FBI!
(crunching)
(toilet flushing)
FBI!
Come out of the bathroom!
Step out of the bathroom!
Hands on your head.
Oh, that's the new IBM Selectric.
Put your hands on your head.
You can change the print type in five seconds.
- Shut up! - Just pop out the ball.
Put your hands on your head! Put your hands!
You know, he's got over 200 checks here, a gallon
- of India ink, drafting. - Hands on your head!
Even has little payroll envelopes
addressed to himself from Pan Am.
Put it down! Drop it!
Relax.
You're late, all right?
My name's Allen, Barry Allen
United States Secret Service.
Your boy just tried to jump out the window.
My partner has him in custody downstairs.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You think the FBI are the only ones on this guy?
I mean, come on.
Come on, he's dabbling in government checks here.
We've been following a paper trail on this guy
for months now.
Hey, you mind taking that gun out of my face?
Please. Really.
I mean, it makes me nervous.
Let me see some credentials.
Yeah, sure.
Take my whole wallet.
(clears throat)
You want my gun, too?
Come over here. Take my gun.
Hey, hey, look, just do me a favor.
Take a look outside. Look.
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.
Hey, Murph?
- Yeah? - Call the LAPD again.
I don't want people walking through my crime scene.
(raspy cough)
I didn't expect the Secret Service on this.
Don't worry about it.
(clears throat)
Well, what's your name?
Hanratty, Carl Hanratty.
(sighs)
Mind if I see some identification?
Sure.
You never can be too careful these days.
Well, tough luck, Carl.
Five minutes earlier
you would've landed yourself a pretty good collar.
It's all right.
Ten seconds later, and you'd have been shot.
Mind if I come downstairs with you?
I-I got to take a look at this guy.
Sure thing.
Just, uh, do me a favor and sit tight for a second
while I get this evidence downstairs.
You know, 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)
(groans)
Oh...
(chuckling)
Yeah...
Secret Service.
(ominous music begins)
# #
(music building)
Hey!
Oh, goddamn it!
It was stupid.
I made a stupid mistake.
Forget about it.
There are hundreds of unknown subjects out there.
I-I can get this guy, Sean.
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, Sean, 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?
Position of being humiliated.
Sean, would you like to hear me tell a joke?
Yeah, sure.
(pointedly): Knock, knock!
FRANK: So, my-my next question is, when a pilot retires
uh, Pan Am sends them a check every single month?
Uh, yeah, pension program sends a check and benefits.
How much is that check for?
Uh, kid, I'm really not in the mood for this right now.
This Skywayman's driving me crazy.
Who's the Skywayman?
Ah, some nut that's flying around the country
posing as a Pan Am pilot.
There's a column about him in the paper today.
I keep telling them this is not my problem.
This guy doesn't even fly Pan Am.
Flies everybody else.
Flies United, TWA, Continental, Eastern...
(whispering): The Skywayman.
Newspaper loves this clown.
They call him "the James Bond of the sky."
(chuckles)
Did you say?
Bond, James Bond.
("007" theme playing)
BOND: Tell me, Joan, why does he do it?
WOMAN: He likes to win.
MAN: Come on, come on.
WOMAN: We'll be landing in 20 minutes.
Do you want to play it easy or the hard way?
And this isn't a tranquilizer.
Well, Pussy, you do know a lot more about planes than guns.
(imitating Sean Connery): Hello, Pussy.
(normal voice): Now, you're sure
this is the suit, right?
Positive.
It's the exact suit he wore in the movie.
(Connery voice): Okay. I'll take three.
Certainly, Mr. Fleming.
Now what you need is one of those
little foreign sports cars that he drives.
("007" theme playing)
(engine revving)
(final "007" chord strikes)
# The look of love #
# Is in your eyes... #
Hello.
Hi.
#... The look your heart... #
Haven't I seen you before?
#... Can't disguise... #
Maybe.
A couple years ago, I was on the cover of Seventeen.
Yeah.
You're that model, right?
Cheryl.
Yes.
The guys used to put your picture on their lockers.
Isn't that your silver car I saw parked out front?
Yeah. One of them.
# Well, it takes my breath away... #
So, think I could get an autograph?
#... I can hardly wait to hold you #
# Feel my arms around you... #
Do you have a pen in your room?
#... How long I have waited... #
(rhythmic mechanical thumping)
# You've got the look of love #
# It's on your face #
# A look that time can't erase... #
Shh.
#... Be mine tonight... #
Man like you can buy anything he wants.
#... Let this be just the start #
# Of so many nights like this... #
He buys a deck of cards at the hotel gift shop.
#... And then seal it with a kiss... #
Well, you want to see a card trick?
#... I can hardly wait to hold you... #
How much did these cards cost?
#... Feel my arms around you... #
Oh, 55 cents, I think.
#... Waited just to love you... #
And if they sold me downstairs at the hotel gift shop...
how much would you pay?
I'm sor...
I'm sorry, how mu... how much would I pay for what?
(romantic instrumental music playing)
The entire night.
How much would you pay me for the entire night?
Cheryl, I... I really don't know.
#... I can hardly wait to hold you... #
Don't be scared.
#... How long I have waited... #
Make me an offer.
#... Now that I have found you #
# Don't ever go... #
$300?
Go fish.
(sheepish chuckle)
Uh, $500?
Go fish.
(chuckles)
$600.
(both chuckling)
Go fish.
(saxophone playing sexy riff)
$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 3:00am?
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.
No. I couldn't do that.
See, 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.
# The look of love #
# Is in your eyes... #
(saxophone continues melody)
Does this belong to anybody?
# Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say... #
(phone ringing)
# On a bright Hawaiian Christmas Day... #
This is Hanratty. Merry Christmas.
FRANK: Hello, Carl.
Hello.
#... That we send to you, from the land... #
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, no, you don't apologize to me.
Do you always work on Christmas Eve, Carl?
I volunteered
so 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
we 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, listen, I really am.
No, no, you-you do not feel sorry for me.
The truth is, I knew it was you.
Now maybe I didn't get the cuffs on you, but I knew.
Ah, people only know what you tell them, Carl.
Well, 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.
(Frank chuckles)
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-It's like Vegas.
The House always wins.
Well, Carl, I'm sorry, but I have to go.
Ah. You didn't call just to apologize, did you?
(laughing)
What do you mean?
You... you... you have no one else to call.
(laughing)
Oh, ho, ho.
(phone bell dings)
(guffaws)
(humming)
#... Morn and night... #
(melancholy melody playing)
(melody fades)
You got that burger up?
Yep.
("He's So Fine" playing on radio)
- Hi. - Hi!
How are you?
#... Doo-lang, doo-lang, doo-lang... #
# The one with the wavy hair... #
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, kid, 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. 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.
Now, I want you to contact 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.
But why New York?
The Yankees!
He said something about the Yankees!
HANRATTY: So where are we on the list?
(rings doorbell)
FOX: Number 53, "Abagnahlee."
HANRATTY: Good morning, ma'am.
We're the FBI 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. "Abagnahlee"?
Abagnale, but I prefer to be called Barnes.
"Frank William Abagnale."
It says here he was in the service.
Did... 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?
Oh, yes.
The police think he's some type of criminal.
What he did was a felony, Mrs. Barnes.
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.
Huh. 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?
Oh, yes. I have his old yearbook.
Okay.
Okay, okay, we, uh...
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 am 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.
(timer dings)
# Girl, you really got me goin' #
# You got me so I don't know what I'm doin' #
Riverbend Apartments Atlanta, Georgia
# Yeah, you really got me goin' #
# You got me so I can't sleep at night... #
Hi, Melanie, how are you?
When you're in the house, please, just use an ashtray.
Frank, this fondue is so good!
Great. Here, take this for me.
Ooh, good! I love Moet!
# Oh, yeah... #
Hey. How are you?
# You really got me goin' #
# You got me goin', got me goin' and goin'... #
(music slows and distorts)
James, James, please!
Just stay away from the hi-fi system, all right?
It's reel-to-reel.
You can't wind it like that.
# Don't ever set me free... #
(drink sloshes)
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, just nod your head
and tell me you won't do it again.
Now dry up and get back to work.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Blair, Dr. Blair
Dr. Sherwood Blair.
(gently): Hey, hey... you okay?
(sniffling): He told me to pick up the blood,
so I did, but he never told me to label it.
Hey, it's okay.
Stop crying.
What's your name?
- Brenda. - Brenda.
Brenda, I wouldn't worry about it.
You know, these doctors
you know, they don't know everything.
It's my first week
and I think they're going to fire me.
No, no, nobody's going to fire you, Brenda.
I bet you're good at your job.
No, I'm not.
Yeah, I bet if I asked you to check on the status
of my friend Lance Applebaum
that you could do that for me in a second.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Nurse Fitzsimmons to Recovery.
Um...
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 there?
That means that 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.
You know, I still got to wear my mouth guard.
You have really nice teeth.
Well, thank you.
And you have a pretty smile.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Custodial to cafeteria.
(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've decided to get off the road for awhile.
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.
Well, that's a pretty impressive resume, Dr. Conners
but unfortunately, uh... the only thing I need
is a... an emergency room supervisor
for my midnight to 8:00am shift
someone to baby-sit six interns and 20 nurses
but, uh...
Hell, I doubt that, uh, you would be interested in that.
Well, in the past
they've always let me choose my own nurses.
Dr. Connelly?
Dr. Harris?
Present.
Dr. Ashland?
Dr. Conners...
You gonna take roll every night?
Uh, yes, I will, Dr. Ashland
and if you're going to be late, I suggest you bring a note.
(snickering)
Miss Basmann.
Miss Mace.
Miss Strong.
Here.
Nurse Brown.
- Nurse Sanford? - Here.
SURGEON (on TV): 30 milligrams of codeine
every four hours.
Run the plasma at 60 drops a minute
until we calculate the fluid requirements.
What do you estimate the degree and extent
of the burns, Kildare?
DR. KILDARE: Second and third-degree burns
over about 20 percent of the body surface.
Do you concur?
I concur.
Let's get him up to Pediatrics.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Nurse Hopp to the Nurses' Station South.
Hello, Brenda.
Hi, Dr. Conners.
You need to sign these.
Thank you.
Do you notice anything different about me, Doctor?
- You got your braces off! - Yeah!
Come here. Let me see.
I've been trying to show you all night!
(thunder rumbling)
Wow. Good job.
Yeah?
So, did it hurt when they took them off?
Mine felt so weird after.
Mm, I keep rubbing my tongue over them.
I can't stop. They're so slippery.
It feels good, though, doesn't it?
Yeah, it feels incredible.
(thunder rumbles)
Oh, my.
I'm... I'm sorry.
(thunder crashes)
(passionate moaning)
WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Conners to the ER.
Shouldn't you go?
No. No, 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?
Oh. In here, Dr. Conners.
(child sobbing)
(sobbing)
Gentlemen, what, uh... what seems to be the problem?
Bicycle accident.
Fractured tibia about five inches below the patella.
Hmm.
- Dr. Harris. - Yes?
Do you concur?
C... Concur with what, sir?
With what Dr. Ashland just said.
Do you... Do you concur?
Uh... well, it was a bicycle accident.
Um, the boy told us.
So you concur?
Concur? Uh...
I think we should take an X ray
then stitch him up and put him in a walking cast.
(moans)
That's 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?
WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Henning, call extension 219.
Dr. Henning, extension 219.
(vomiting)
(distant jackhammer drilling)
FRANK SR: Make yourself at home!
Frank Abagnale Sr.
You're not a cop.
Special Agent Hanratty, FBI.
You're not a cop.
My landlord said you were not a cop.
Well, if you're going to arrest me
I'd like to put on a different suit
if that's okay with you.
No, no, 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...
(shuts refrigerator door)
please, don't come to my home and call my boy a criminal
because that kid has more guts...
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.
(pen scribbling)
You're not a father, are you?
Pardon me?
If you were a father, you'd know.
I would never give up my son.
Yes, sir. I understand.
Sean, Sean, now get this:
"Riverbend Apartments
415 Landover, Atlanta, Georgia."
Atlanta, Georgia.
Yeah, I'm on my way to the airport.
I'll meet the team in, uh, in four hours.
Bye-bye.
Come on, it's okay.
(Brenda sobs)
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 then, when I got better, they kicked me out of the house.
I had an abortion and I wasn't their daughter anymore.
(gently): Hey...
I'm so sorry.
Please don't be mad at me.
Please, please, don't be mad at me.
No, no.
Please don't be mad at me.
Shh. Now... what if...
what if I spoke to your parents, right?
May-Maybe I can straighten things out, huh?
Well, I ask them all the time
but they said I still can't come home.
And my daddy's... a lawyer.
Aw...
Brenda...
what if you were engaged to a doctor?
Will 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.
# #
(classical music playing)
New Orleans
(woman laughs)
Dr. Conners, are you Lutheran?
Yes, I-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, he struggled so hard
that he eventually churned that cream into butter
and he walked out.
- Amen. - Amen.
Amen. Oh, that was beautiful.
The mouse, he churned that cream into butter.
(sighing happily)
That's right.
That's pretty good.
Thank you.
Frank, have you decided which hospital
you want to work at here in New Orleans?
Well, um, 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?
You're just full of surprises.
Yeah.
MOTHER (laughing): Oh, my.
A doctor and a lawyer.
Well, I'd say that Brenda hit the jackpot.
Where did you go to law school?
Uh, Berkeley.
(gasping)
Berkley, Berkley. 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 Berkley?
(laughs quietly)
Hollingsworth.
Yes. Grumpy old Hollingsworth, right?
I tell you. Meaner than ever.
And that dog of his?
Tell me, Frank, what was the name of his little dog?
I'm sorry. Uh...
The dog was dead.
(women cooing)
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, 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.
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.
Sir, uh, uh...
w-what would I have to do
to take the bar here in New Orleans?
(laughing)
No, the... the other question.
(ticking)
WOMAN: Right through that door.
Good luck, Mr. Conners.
Thank you.
December 26, 1969
Hey, Frank...
you know what I could never figure out?
How did you cheat on the bar exam in Louisiana?
Why? What's the difference?
Someone else took the test for you, didn't they?
Carl, 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 ?clair?
Yeah. I'm saving it for later.
Well, you want to split it with me?
No.
Give me half that ?clair and I'll tell you.
I'm going to 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?
Thank you.
We're having lunch at 12:30 with the Attorney General
and Governor McKeithen.
Himself.
The Governor.
Did we spell it right?
You sure did.
Congratulations.
Thank you, sir.
Welcome aboard.
Now...
Look at this photograph, Mr. Stewart.
It's a photograph of Prentice York
where they found him, dead.
Now, here is an enlargement of part of that photograph.
This is a photograph of the defendant's signature
on a canceled check.
Now, 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.
(echoing thud)
(chair slams against floor)
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?!
- (applause over TV) - Is that Mitch?
Roger! It's Mitch!
Oh, my, I lost all track of time.
MITCH MILLER (on TV): As studio guests for the sing-along tonight
we have the children's choir of St. Monica's Church
in New York City.
Won't you join them and the gang
in a few songs for the Irish? Everybody!
# Has anybody here seen Kelly? #
(all but Frank joining in): # K, E, double L, Y #
# Has anybody here seen Kelly? #
# Have you seen him smile? #
# Sure his hair is red, and his eyes are blue #
# And he's Irish through and through #
# Has anybody here seen Kelly #
# Kelly from the Emerald Isle? #
# Has anybody here seen Kelly? #
# K, E, double L, Y #
(joining in): # Has anybody here seen Kelly? #
# Have you seen him smile? #
# Sure his hair is red, and his eyes are blue #
# And he's Irish through and through #
# Has anybody here seen Kelly... #
JUDY GARLAND (on record): # Embrace me #
# My sweet embraceable you #
# Embrace me #
# You irreplaceable you #
# Just one look at you #
# My heart grew tipsy in me #
# You and you alone #
# Bring out the gypsy in me #
# I love all #
# The many charms about you #
# Above all #
# I want my arms about you... #
(whispers): Dad.
#... Don't be a naughty baby... #
What are you doing here?
I... I-I came to see you.
#... My sweet embraceable... #
What are you doing dressed like this?
I took a job. A government job.
You see what I'm doing?
Do you have a good lawyer?
Well... 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.
They... Here, sit down.
They're trying to scare me, intimidate me.
You know what?
I'll make them chase me...
for the rest of their lives.
Hey, it's great to see you, Daddy.
Listen, sit down, I... 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-I'm getting it all back.
All-All the jewelry, all the furs, everything, Dad.
Everything they took from us, I'm going to get it back.
Now...
has Ma seen you dressed like this?
Yeah, she came to pick up some boxes.
That's okay, that's okay, you know why?
'Cause she... she's going to the wedding with us.
I'm going to get you a brand-new suit, Dad.
I'm getting you a brand-new suit.
One of those Manhattan Eagle, three-button, black pearl suits.
You'll look great.
Those are nice. Yeah.
She won't see me.
Well, have you tried to call her?
Uh-uh.
Why don't... why don't you call her right now?
Dad, why don't you call her right now? Here.
Dad, just call her. Call her for me.
You call her, and you tell her
I have two first-class tickets to go see her son's wedding...
Your mother's married now, to my friend Jack Barnes.
They have a house in Long Island.
(whispering): I had an FBI 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.
But y-you've...
They're never going to catch you, Frank.
- Dad, she wouldn't do that. - Why won't you sit down?
- Why would she do that to you? - Come on, sit.
Come on, sit with me. Have a drink.
I'm your father.
Then ask me to stop.
(quietly): 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?
Someplace 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.
(Hanratty sniffles, clears throat)
Well... I'm sitting here in my office on Christmas Eve.
What do you want?
(instrumental version "I'll Be Home for Christmas" playing)
(sighs): Okay.
I want it to be over.
Uh... I want it to be over.
I'm getting married.