[Carl is looking around Frank Abagnale Sr.'s apartment, when he comes through the door]
Frank Abagnale Sr.:
[annoyed]
Make yourself at home!
Carl Hanratty:
Frank Abagnale Sr.?
Frank Abagnale Sr.:
You're not a cop!
Carl Hanratty:
[flashes credentials]
Special Agent Hanratty, FBI.
Frank Abagnale Sr.:
[now calmer]
You're not a cop! My landlord told me 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.
Carl Hanratty:
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?
Frank Abagnale Sr.:
If I tell you where he is, will you promise not to tell his mother?
Carl Hanratty:
Sure.
Frank Abagnale Sr.:
Frank made 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, because that kid has more guts...
Carl Hanratty:
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.
[Carl grabs a pen from a table filled with letters and writes down his information. As he peers down, he sees a letter from Frank giving his location as Riverbend Apartments, Atlanta, Georgia]
Frank Abagnale Sr.:
You're not a father, are you?
Carl Hanratty:
[looks back up]
Pardon me?
Frank Abagnale Sr.:
If you were a father, you'd know. I would never give up my son. I would never give up my son.
Carl Hanratty:
Yes, sir. I understand.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:56