The Internet Movie Script Database (IMSDb)


The web's largest
movie script resource!

Search IMSDb

Alphabetical
# A B C D E F G H
I J K L M N O P Q
R S T U V W X Y Z

Genre
Action Adventure Animation
Comedy Crime Drama
Family Fantasy Film-Noir
Horror Musical Mystery
Romance Sci-Fi Short
Thriller War Western

Sponsor

TV Transcripts
Futurama
Seinfeld
South Park
Stargate SG-1
Lost
The 4400

Movie Software
Blu-Ray ripper

Latest Comments
Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The10/10
Wall Street9/10
Shame7/10
Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The10/10
Star Wars: Return of the Jedi10/10

Movie Chat



ALL SCRIPTS





 
                                CATCH ME IF YOU CAN



                                    Written by

                                  Jeff Nathanson


                         

          1 INT. - GAME SHOW SET. - DAY 1


           BLACK AND WHITE FOOTAGE FROM 1978 

                         MUSIC UP:
          A simple GAME SHOW SET -- one long desk-that houses four
          "CELEBRITY PANELISTS," a small pulpit with attached microphone
          for the host, BUD COLLYER, who walks through the curtain to
          the delight of the audience. Bud bows and waves to the
          celebrities -- ORSON BEAN, KITTY CARLISLE, TOM POSTON, and
          PEGGY CASS.

                         BUD COLLYER
          Hello, panel, and welcome everyone
          to another exciting day on "To Tell
          The Truth." Let's get the show
          started.

          THE CURTAIN STARTS TO RISE
          BRIGHT LIGHTS SHINE on the faces of THREE MEN who walk toward
          center stage. All thre n wear identical AIRLINE PILOT
          UNIFORMS, each with m; c ng blue blazers and caps.
          (cont' d)
          Gentleman, please state
          your names.

                         PILOT #1
          My name is Frank Abagnale Jr.
          THE PILOT IN THE MIDDLE steps forward.

                         PILOT #2
          My name is Frank Abagnale Jr.
          THE THIRD PILOT does the same.

                         PILOT #3
          My name is Frank Abagnale Jr.
          Bud smiles, grabs a piece of paper.

                         BUD COLLYER
          Panel, listen to this one.
          (he starts to read)
          My name is Frank Abagnale Jr, and
          some people consider me the worlds
          greatest imposter.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          2.

                         1 CONTINUED: 1
          As Bud reads, the CAMERA SLOWLY PANS the faces of the three

          PILOTS.
          BUD COLLYER (cont'd)

                         (READING)
          From 1964 to 1966 I successfully
          impersonated an airline pilot for
          Pan Am Airlines, and flew over two
          million miles for free. During that
          time I was also the Chief Resident
          Pediatrician at a Georgia hospital,
          the Assistant Attorney General for
          the state of Louisiana, and a
          Professor of American History at a
          prestigious University in France. By
          the time I was caught and sentenced
          to prison, I had cashed over six
          million dollars in fraudulent checks
          in 26 foreign countries and all fifty
           states, and I did it all before my
           18th birthday. To this day, I am the
           only teenager ever to have been placed
          on the FBI' s most wanted list.
          My name is a Abagna l e Jr.
          Warm applause as the THREE MEN walk behind
          a desk that faces the pa They all sit down at exactly
          the same time.

          BUD COLLY (cont'd )
          Okay, panel, you have ork cut
          out for you. Kitty Carl , you
          have the first question.

                         KITTY CARLISLE
          Imposter number one, how many years
          were you in prison?

                         PILOT #1
          I served two years in France, and
          five years in Atlanta, Georgia.

                         KITTY CARLISLE
          Imposter number two, I find all this
          very fascinating. Who was it that
          finally caught you?

          SLOWLY PUSH IN ON THE PILOT IN THE MIDDLE --
          A thin smile across his lips as he faces the panel -- his
          manicured hands out in front of him on the desk -- his back

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         3-

                         1 CONTINUED: (2) 1
           straight in his chair -- his cap pulled slightly forward on
           his head -- the way pilots like to wear them.

          2 EXT. - PAPIGONE MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON. - MARSEILLE - NIGHT 2 


           SUPER: MARSEILLE, FRANCE DECEMBER 25, 1967
           A heavy rain falls on JOE SHAPE, 40's, who wears a black hat
          and holds a black umbrella as he bangs on the window of a
          small GUARDHOUSE in front of a LARGE GATED PRISON. Joe is
          sneezing as he holds up an IDENTIFICATION CARD TO THE GUARD.

                         JOE SHAPE
          Joe Shaye, FBI.

          3 INT. - PAPIGONE PRISON WARDEN'S OFFICE. - DAY 3 

          Joe is walking down a long corridor inside the prison,
          struggling to close his umbrella as he faces WARDEN GARREN
          and TWO GUARDS.

                         JOE SHAPE
          I have orders see a prisoner named
          Abagnale, t e his statement and
          solicit a c n ^ n so I can prepare
          for tomorrow' tladition.
          Joe takes a roll of CASH out of h` ocket, casually slips
          the money to the Warden.

                         JOE SHAPE
          If I give you another twenty, will
          you turn up the heat in here?

          4 INT. - PAPIGONE PRISON - FRANK'S CELL/CORRIDOR. - DAY 4 

          Warden Garren is leading Joe down a small, isolated corridor
          just off the main floor. They pass CEMENT DOORS with metal
          SLIDE HOLES and numbers taped to the front. There are no
          bars or windows in this area, and complete silence. Garren
          stops at the last cell and opens the SLIDE HOLE.

                         WARDEN GARREN
          Don't pass him anything through the

                         HOLE-
          Garren walks off, and Joe immediately starts to smile, looking
          around for a long BEAT as he stares at the cell door.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          4.

                         4 CONTINUED: 4

                         JOE SHAYE
          Yoohoo. Hello? Is the lady of the
          house at home?
          Joe tries to control his excitement as he kneels down and
          looks through the metal slide hole.

          THROUGH THE HOLE

          5 INT. - PAPIGONE PRISON - FRANK'S CELL. - NIGHT 5 

          WE SEE FRANK ABAGNALE JR., his face partially hidden in the
          dim cell, which gets its only light from a hanging bulb.
          Frank is lying on the cement floor, his back up against the
          far wall. He wears only a pair of underwear and clutches a
          torn blanket.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Jesus, Frank, you look terrible. I
          heard about French prisons, but this
          is positively barbaric.
          WE HEAR a sound come fr)dthe cell, and then heavy coughing.
          JO,E YE (cont ' d)
          That doesn' t o d(rr4ood. I have a
          little cold my
          Help me.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Help you? Yes, I'll help you, Frank.

                         N
          Why do you think I've been fighting
          to have you extradited. Why do you
          think I came to take you home? Do
          you know that 21 other countries
          want'you in their prisons? I saw the
          list -- Egypt was on there. Who the
          hell goes to Egypt to write bad
          checks?

                         FRANK
          I'm sick... please...

                         JOE SHAYE
          Don't worry, Frank, you just have to
          make it through one more night. And
          then tomorrow I'll help you onto a
          plane, clean you up, and put you in
          a cell for the next twenty-five years.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          S.

                         5 CONTINUED: 5

          INSIDE THE CELL

          CLOSE ON FRANK ABAGNALE JR.
          His face covered by a beard and matted black hair. Frank
          closes his eyes and starts to cough.

                         FRANK
          Help me, please. I can't breathe...

          OUTSIDE THE CELL
          Joe listens to Frank, who is coughing so hard he starts to
          choke.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          Can't... breathe...

                         JOE SHAYE
          Don't start this shit, Frank.

                         FRANK
          Can't ...Can't
          Joe looks through the slot i e11 door, but can only
          see faint images of Frank rol the floor holding his

                         THROAT-
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          Frank, what's happening? Damn it,
          just calm down! Somebody help me!!

                         SMASH CUT

          6 INT. - PAPIGONE PRISON - FRANK'S CELL/CORRIDOR. 6


          THE CELL DOOR IS THROWN OPEN
          Frank is being dragged across the floor by Warden Garren and
          a second GUARD, each holding an arm as they drag Frank's
          emaciated six-foot frame through the halls. Joe Shaye jogs
          behind the guards.

                         JOE SHAYE
          He's not breathing. I think he
          stopped breathing!
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          6.

          7 INT. - PAPIGONE PRISON INFIRMARY. - DAY 7

          A small, empty room with four empty hospital beds. Frank is
          lifted onto one of the beds, his legs and arms flailing out
          to the sides, kicking a thin curtain out from the wall.

                         JOE SHAYE
          What's happening to him?
          Garren and the Guard quickly move toward a sink, where they
          start to wash their hands.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          What are you doing?

          ASSISTANT WARDEN GARREN
          Washing off the lice.

                         JOE SHAYE-
          He can't breath. You have to call a
          doctor.

          STANT WARDEN GARREN
          The doctor p fnl'sf in the morning.
          You can't just t him die. I have
          orders from the Embassy!
          This man is going t tradited
          to the United State am holding
          you responsible if ant happens!
          Suddenly Garren looks past Shaye -- eyeing the curtain that
          partially encloses Frank's bed. Garren slowly moves toward
          the curtain, pushes it open.

          FRANK IS GONE

          CLOSE ON GARREN
          drawing his gun and sprinting out the open door of the
          infirmary, yelling in French for the Guard to follow. Joe
          Shaye stands motionless, staring down in horror at the empty
          bed.
           JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
           Oh, shit.. .Frank!

          8 INT. - PRISON. - CONTINUOUS 8

           The prison ALARM has sent every prisoner to the front of
           their cells, where they see Frank stumbling through the prison --

                         (CONTINUED)
           Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          7.

                         8 CONTINUED: 8
          a thin smile on his lips as he tries to move his starved
          legs toward the main door.
          As Frank makes his way past a row of cheering prisoners, he
          trips and falls, his body too weak to run as he starts to
          crawl across the prison floor.
          Joe and Garren easily catch up to him, Garren quickly kneeling
          down and holding his gun against Frank's head --cocking the
          weapon. Frank stops crawling, rolls over on his back and
          smiles up at Joe Shaye.

                         FRANK
          Okay, Joe...let's go home.

          9 INT. - NEW ROCHELLE ROTARY CLUB. - BANQUET ROOM. - NIGHT 9


          SUPER: NEW ROCHELLE. NEW JERSEY 1964
           A smoke filled oak dining room packed with CLUB MEMBERS --
           HUNDREDS OF MIDDLE AGED WHITE MEN wearing black suits and
           holding long cigars as they drink from brandy glasses.
          FRANK ABAGNALE, 15, a BUCKLEY PRIVATE SCHOOL BLUE
          BLAZER AND WHITE PANT with his mother, PAULA, 33, at
          a center table near themes Paula is a stunning blonde
          dressed in diamonds and and since she's the only woman
          in the room -- she's getti t of attention. CLUB
          PRESIDENT JACK WRIGHT takes rophone at the front of
          the stage.

                         JACK WRIGHT
          The New Rochelle Rotary Club has a
          history that goes back to 1859. In
          all those years, we have only inducted
          a handful of deserving men as lifetime
          members, an honor that has seen 187
          names enshrined on the wall of honor.
          Tonight, we make it 188. So please
          stand, as I present my good friend,
          Frank William Abagnale.
          Applause all around as FRANK ABAGNALE SR. steps up to the
          MICROPHONE. He is handsome and impeccable groomed -- wearing
          a black suit and holding onto his plaque with two hands.

          FRANK SR.
          Two little mice fell in a bucket of
          cream. The first mouse quickly gave
          up and drowned, but the second mouse
          wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard,

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          8.

                         9 CONTINUED: 9
           FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          that he eventually churned that cream
          into butter -- and crawled out.
          Gentleman, as of this moment, I am
          that second mouse.
          Laughter from the men in the room as Frank continues.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          I stand here today humbled by the
          presence of Mayor Allen, and our
          club President, Jack Wright. But
          most of all, I am honored to see my
          loving wife, Paula, and my son, Frank
          Jr., sitting in the front-row. I'm
          just a business man, a working stiff --
          but tonight you have made me royalty.
          And for this, I am eternally grateful.
          The men applaud as Frank Sr. smiles down at his wife and
          son, giving them a wink as he raises the plaque in the air.

          10 EXT. - FRANK'S HOUSE. -/W ROCHELLE. - DAY 10

           A tree lined, picture ce of suburbia, with large homes
           splashed with snow, Ca n the driveways and kids
           sledding in the street.

          11 EXT. - FRANK'S HOUSE CHRISTMA4ER2MF , - DAY 11 

           DEAN MARTIN is singing EVERYBOD SOMEBODY on the radio,
           as Frank Sr. hammers his PLAQUE i the wall. in the middle
          of the DEN, Frank is dancing with his mother, who is holding
          a glass of wine as she dances.

                         PAULA
          You're a better dancer than your
          father, Frankie. The girls don't
          know what they're in for.

          FRANK SR.
          Paula, show him the dance you were
          doing when we met.

                         PAULA
          Who can remember?

          FRANK SR.
          The people in that little French
          Village were so happy to see
          Americans, that they decided to put
          on a show for us.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          9.

                         11 CONTINUED: 11

                         FRANK
          I know the story, Dad.

          FRANK SR.
          So they cram two hundred soldiers
          into this tiny social hall, and the
          first person to walk on stage is
          your mother. And she starts to
          dance...
          Paula steps away from Frank, and she starts to dance a ballet,
          smiling as she tries to remember the steps.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          It had been months since we had even
          seen a woman, and here's this blonde
          angel on stage -- and the men are
          literally holding their breath. And
          I turned to my buddies, and I said..

                         FRANK
          (imitating his father)
          I will not lea France without her.
          Paula spins around, accide1 49, ILLS HER GLASS OF WINE --

                          PAULA
           Oh, shit, the rug! I b relieve I
           did that. Frankie, run /get a
          towel...
          As Frank runs off, Paula drops to her knees and scrubs the
          stain with the hem of her dress.

                         PAULA (CONT'D)
          This will never come out.
          She looks up at her husband.

                         PAULA (CONT'D)
          Whenever I dance for you, I get in
          trouble.

          12 INT. - FRANK'S HOUSE. - MORNING 12

          Frank is asleep in his bedroom. His father walks in carrying
          a plate of scrambled eggs.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          10.

                         12 CONTINUED: 12

          FRANK SR.
          Wake up, Frank... it's eight-thirty.
          Frank opens his eyes, stares at his father.

                         FRANK
          I overslept. Mom's gonna kill me.

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

                         FRANK
          Is it snowing?

          FRANK SR.
          Do you own a black suit?

                         FRANK
          A black suit? Why?

          FRANK SR.
          We have a vermportant meeting in
          the city.

          13 EXT. - MEN'S SHOP. - 13 

           THE WHITE CADILLAC is park ont of A MEN'S CLOTHING
           STORE -- Frank Sr. banging o tme lass door, trying to get
          someone's attention.
          pl�y( l

          FRANK SR.
          Ma'am, open the door. Just open up,
          please, it's important.
          THE DOOR OPENS A CRACK AND DARCY, 40's, low cut blouse, a
          bagel in her hand, stares at Frank Sr.

                         DARCY
          we don't open for half an hour.

          FRANK SR.
          What's your name, ma'am?

                         DARCY
          Darcy.

          FRANK SR.
          Darcy, that's a pretty name. I'm in
          a bit of fix -- I need a suit for my
          kid. This is my son, Frank, he needs

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
           Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          11.

                         13 CONTINUED: 13
           FRANK SR. (cont'd)
           a black suit. There was a death in
           the family, my father, eighty-five
           years old, a war hero, there's a
           funeral this afternoon -- a military
           funeral -- planes flying overhead,
          twenty-one gun salute. Frank needs
          to borrow a suit for a couple of
          hours.

                         DARCY
          I'm sorry. We don't loan suits, and
          we're not open.
          As she closes the door, Frank Sr. takes a small GOLD NECKLACE
          OUT OF HIS POCKET, holds it up to the glass.

          FRANK SR.
          Is this yours, Darcy? I just found
          it in the parking lot?
          Darcy stares at the necklace through the door.

          14 EXT. - NEW YORK CITY. - DAB O 14

          The Cadillac is parked somewh
          Frank, now wearing a BLACK SUIT a
          his father gets out of the car andclimbs into the back seat

          FRANK SR.
          Slide over. You're gonna take me to
          Chase Manhattan Bank. Just head up
          to seventy-second and Madison, pull
          up to the front and park next to the
          fire hydrant.
          Frank looks back at his father.

                         FRANK
          Dad...I don't know how to drive.

          15 EXT/INT. - CADILLAC. - DAY 15 

          Frank is driving through Manhattan, his father in the back
          seat screaming directions as he teaches him to drive. They
          are both laughing as Frank speeds through the city.

                         (CONTINUED)

                         DEBBIE ZANE

                         

                         

                         

                         

          12.

                         15 CONTINUED: 15

           FRANK SR.
           A little more gas -- now slip it
           into second. That's good, more clutch,
           now pull into this lane here --
           slowly!

          THE CADILLAC SWERVES HARD, ALMOST HITTING A CAB -- CARS

          HONKING AND SLAMMING ON THEIR BRAKES AS FRANK SR. STICKS HIS

          HEAD OUT THE WINDOW.
           FRANK SR. (cont'd)
           (yelling out the window)
           Don't honk at us you son of a bitch --
           I'm teaching my kid to drive! You're
           doing fine, Frank, just pick a lane
          and slip it into third -- about one-
          o'clock -- push it hard.

                         < A
          Frank slips it into third.
          FRANK SR_ (cont'd)
          Perfect! Now you got it! Look at
           you, Frank, t is your town --
           you're goin s aight up Broadway!

           16 INT. - CHASE MANHATTAN. 16


                         1
           EMPLOYEES ARE HELPING CUST RS the hushed silence of the
           MASSIVE BANK. Suddenly all ey to the street, where A

           CHAUFFEUR IN A BLACK SUIT AND OPENING THE BACK DOOR

           OF A WHITE CADILLAC THAT IS P T TO A FIRE HYDRANT.

           17 EXT. - CHASE MANHATTAN BANK. - DAY 17

          Frank Sr. steps out of the Cadillac, gives his son a wink.

          FRANK SR.
          Okay. Stop grinning. When I get inside
          you go back to the front seat and
          wait. Even if a cop comes and writes
          you a ticket, you don't move the
          car, understood?

                         FRANK
          Dad... is this really gonna help?

          FRANK SR.
          You know why the Yankees always win,
          Frank?

                         FRANK
          They have Mickey Mantle?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         13-

                         17 CONTINUED: 17

          FRANK SR.
          No. It's because the other teams
          can't stop staring at those damn
          pinstripes.
          Frank Sr. steps out from the Cadillac, grabs his briefcase.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          Watch this, Frank. The manager of
          Chase Manhattan bank is about to
          open the door for your father.
          As Frank Sr. casually walks toward the doors of Chase
          Manhattan, the MANAGER rushes through the bank to open the
          doors for him.

          18 INT. - LOAN DEPARTMENT. - CHASE MANHATTAN BANK. - DAY 18

           Frank Sr. is sitting across from a LOAN OFFICER, who is
           looking over his file.

                          LOAN OFFICER
           You've owned stationery store
           for how man rs?

                         LOAN OF
          Mr. Abagnale, we don' `)1y loan
          money to people who hav resolved
          business with the I.R.S..

          FRANK SR.
          That's just a misunderstanding. I
          hired the wrong guy to do my books,
          a mistake anyone could make. I
          wouldn't even consider that if I
          were you.

                         LOAN OFFICER
          You want me to ignore the fact that
          the government is demanding two years
          back taxes?

          FRANK SR.
          My store is a landmark in New
          Rochelle. I have customers all over
          New Jersey.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          14.

                         18 CONTINUED: 18

                         LOAN OFFICER
          Sir, you're not a customer of Chase
          Manhattan. We don't know you. I'm
          sure you're bank in New Rochelle...

          FRANK SR.
          My bank went out of business. Banks
          like this put them out of business.
          Frank Sr. leans in, lowers his voice.
           FRANK SR. (cont'd)
           Now 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
          lifetime member of the New Rochelle
          Rotary Club. All I'm asking you to
          do is help me beat these guys.

                         LFRX OFFICER
          This is not estion of winning
          and losing. It, question of risk.
          I'm very sort

                         FRAN
          You're the largest ion the world.
          Where's the fucking

          19 EXT. - USED CAR LOT. - DAY 19

          A SALESMAN is handing Frank Sr. A CHECK and a set of KEYS.

                         SALESMAN
          The Impala is parked right over there.
          Frank and his father glance toward an OLD, DENTED CHEVY IMPALA
          at the back of the lot.

                         SALESMAN (CONT'D)
          it was great doing business with
          you.
          THE SALESMAN gets in the CADILLAC and drives it toward the
          front of the car lot. Frank Sr. looks down at the CHECK in
          his hand.

          FRANK SR.
          Come on, Frank. Let's go return the
          suit.
          Debbie 7 ana - S

                         

                         

                         

                         

          15.

          20 EXT. - FRANK'S HOUSE. - DAY 20

          A MOVING TRUCK IS DRIVING AWAY FROM THE HOUSE. The Chevy
          Impala is packed with boxes as it slowly pulls out of the
          driveway, passing the SOLD SIGN on the front lawn as it
          follows the moving truck through the neighborhood.

          21 EXT. - EASTCHESTER TRAIN STATION. - DUSK 21 

          A CARGO TRAIN shoots through the rain as it pulls into a run
          down station that is flanked by the dilapidated APARTMENT
          BUILDINGS AND TENEMENT HOUSES that make up the town of

          EASTCHESTER, NEW JERSEY.

          22 INT. - EASTCHESTER APARTMENT - NIGHT 22

          A TWO BEDROOM APARTMENT with cracks in the ceiling that seem
          to grow with each passing train. There are MOVING BOXES
          STACKED AGAINST THE WALLS, and a dining room table that seems
          to take up half the apartment.
          Frank is in the kitchen making dinner as his father walks in
          from work -- his suit wX kled, his briefcase in hand.

                         J P
          ank laughs with him.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          I'm making pancakes.

          FRANK SR.
          We're not gonna eat pancakes for
          dinner on my son's sixteenth birthday.
          Frank turns to his father.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          Why are you looking at me like that?
          You thought I forgot?
          Frank opens his BRIEFCASE, takes out a CHECKBOOK FROM CHASE
          MANHATTAN BANK. He walks over and hands it to Frank.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          16.

                         22 CONTINUED: 22
           FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          I opened a checking account in your
          name. I put twenty-five dollars in
          the account so you can buy whatever
          you want. Don't tell you mother.
          Frank slowly opens the CHECKBOOK, sees his name at the top
          of the first check.

                         FRANK
          But they turned down your loan?

          FRANK SR.
          Yeah. They all turned me down.

                         FRANK
          So why open a bank account with them?

          FRANK SR..
          Because one day you'll want something
          from these people -- a house, a car --
          they have all the money. There's a
          hundred check ere, Frank, which
          means from i day on -- you're in

                         THEIR LITTL

          23 EXT. - MONROE HIGH SCHOO MORNING 23


                          O FLL\
           THE IMPALA pulls up to the f the local public High
           School. Frank wears his BLUE WHITE PANTS as he
           gets out of the car and smiles r mother. Paula wears an
           OLD FUR COAT over her pajamas.

                          I

                         PAULA
          See that, it's just a school. No
          different than Buckley.
          Frank reaches through the window of the car, takes the
          CIGARETTE out of his mother's mouth.

                         FRANK
          You promised you were going to quit.

                         PAULA
          Frankie, you don't have to wear the
          uniform here. Why don't you take the
          jacket off?

                         FRANK
          I'm used to it.
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          17.

          24 INT. - MONROE HIGH SCHOOL. - DAY 24

          Frank walks through the crowded halls looking lost as he
          holds a CLASS SCHEDULE. He gets odd looks and stares from
          the kids around him.

          25 INT. - CLASSROOM. - DAY 25

          Frank walks into a packed classroom, the STUDENTS turning to
          stare as he checks his schedule.

                         FRANK
          Is this Ms. Glasser's sixth period
          French?
          Some of the students laugh, most just turn back to their
          friends as Frank nervously adjusts his tie. A GIRL in the
          front row stares at Frank.

                         STUDENT
          Are you the sub?
          Frank looks around for `� teacher, then slowly starts to

                         NOD_
          Frank walks toward the blac writes his name on the
          board -- MR. ABAGNALE. HE S ACK OF AN ERASER against
          the board to get the students a n.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)

                         I
          Listen up, class. My name is Mr.
          Abagnale and I'll be your substitute
          today. Would somebody please tell me
          where you left off in your text book?

                         GIRL
          Chapter seven.

                         FRANK
          Open your books to chapter eight,
          read quietly to yourselves.
          The classroom door swings open, and a frail, confused TEACHER
          walks in and motions to Frank.

                         TEACHER
          Are you subbing for Roberta?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          18.

                         25 CONTINUED: 25

                          FRANK
           Yes.

                         TEACHER
          They sent for me -- they said they
          needed a sub. I rushed over here
          from Dixon.

                         FRANK
          I always sub for Roberta.

                         TEACHER
          I'll never come to Monroe again.
          You tell them not to call me!
          The WOMAN storms out, and Frank turns back to the students.

                         FRANK
          I suggest you start reading people.

          26 INT. - PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE. - MONROE HIGH SCHOOL - DAY 26

           PRINCIPAL EVANS AND VIARINCIPAL BROWN are standing in
           front of Frank Sr. an la, who sit in two small chairs
           facing the Principal'
           been coming to schq�� not?

                          VICE-PRIN ROWN
          Mr. and Mrs. Abagnale, �1� is not a
          question of your son's attendance.

                         PRINCIPAL EVANS
          For the past week Frank has been
          teaching Ms. Glasser's French class.

                         PAULA
          He what?

                         PRINCIPAL EVANS
          Your son has been pretending to be a
          substitute teacher, lecturing the
          students, giving out homework.

                         VICE-PRINCIPAL BROWN
          Ms. Glasser has been ill, and there
          was some confusion with the real sub --
          we're still not sure what happened.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          19.

                         26 CONTINUED: 26

                         PRINCIPAL EVANS
          Your son held a teacher-parent
          conference yesterday. He was planning
          a class field trip to a French bread
          factory in Trenton. Do you see the
          problem we have?
          Frank Sr. and Paula seem a bit confused.

                         PAULA
          This is our fault, Principal Evans.
          Frank had been at Buckley since he
          was a little boy. We had to take him
          out for personal reasons, away from
          his friends -- you know how kids
          are. He's all alone here.

          FRANK SR.
          He's not alone. He has us.

          27 EXT. - PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE. - SAME TIME 27

           Frank is sitting outsid' he Principal's office wearing his
           coat and tie, waiting oI his parents to come out. He watches
           as a FOOTBALL PLAYER hands- SCHOOL ADMINISTRATOR a note.

           FO IL PLAYER
           I have a note fr try om. I need to
           miss sixth period she's taking
          me to the doctor.

                         N

          SCHOOL ADMI I"RATOR
          Thank you, Roger.
          As the Football player walks off, Frank leans over to look
          at the note. The Administrator catches him looking.

                         FRANK
          It's a fake.

                         SCHOOL ADMINISTRATOR
          Excuse me?

                         FRANK
          There's no crease in the paper.

                         SCHOOL ADMINISTRATOR
          I don't understand.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          20.

                         27 CONTINUED: 27

                         FRANK
          When your mom hands you a note to
          miss school, you put it in your
          pocket. And if it was in his pocket,
          where's the crease?

          28 INT. - PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE. - DAY 28

          Frank Sr. lights a cigarette as he stands up to leave.

          FRANK SR.
          Excuse me. I have to go to work.

                         PRINCIPAL EVANS
          Sir, we have no choice but to suspend
          Frank for one week, and transfer him
          out of French and into German.

          FRANK SR.
          You're not suspending anyone. if you
          go after my son I'll go before the
          school board and ask them who's
          minding the ste at Monroe High.
          I'll ask my4bbd friend Tom Walsh
          how it's po s' or a little kid
          to teach a Fr n ajZa, t ss for an entire
           week without tP incipal of the
          school knowing a i%- I might
          even mention the f t my son
          doesn't speak Frenc
          29 INT. - MONROE HIGH SCHOOL. -DAY w/ 29
          Frank closes his locker, sees FOUR CHEERLEADERS standing in
          front of him. The leader of the group, JOANNA, steps forward.

                         JOANNA
          Are you that transfer from Buckley?
          Frank looks a bit confused as he stares at the girls.

                         FRANK
          Yes.

                         JOANNA
          My name is Joanna Carlson, and I was
          wondering if you were going to the
          Junior Prom?

                         FRANK
          No. I don't have a date yet. My name
          is Frank Abagnale.

                         (CONTINUED)

                         

                         

                         

                         

          21.

                         29 CONTINUED: 29

                         JOANNA
          Frank, do you think you could buy my'
          friends and I some beer before the
          dance? All the other guys are afraid
          to try.

                         FRANK
          I'm only sixteen. How could I buy
          you beer?

                         JOANNA
          If you're old enough to teach French,
          you're old enough to buy beer.

          30 INT. - FRANK'S APARTMENT. - DAY 30

          Frank walks in from school, throws his books on n-a chair and
          opens the refrigerator. The radio is on and there's a bottle
          of wine on the counter.

                         FRANK
          Mom, I'm home.
          Nobody answers, and Fk'"slowly walks toward the back bedroom
          door, which is closed.
          Frank's about to knock when th�t b om door suddenly opens,
          and Paula walks out with JACK W - the Rotary Club
          President -- who wears a tailored ck suit. Paula wears a
          dress and holds a tray of food.

                         PAULA
          That's all there is, two bedrooms,
          but we're getting used to it. Frankie,
          you remember Dad's friend Jack Wright
          from the club, he came by looking
          for your father -- I was giving him
          a tour of the apartment.

                         JACK WRIGHT
          Very spacious, Paula.

                         FRANK
          Dad's at work.
          Frank stares at Jack, who walks over and picks up his HAT
          off the chair.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          22.

                         30 CONTINUED: 30

                         JACK WRIGHT
          You look more like your old man every
          day. Thanks for the sandwich, Paula.
          I'll see ya later.

                         FRANK
          Wait.
          Frank walks to the couch, picks up a small ROTARY PIN that
          is lying on the cushions. He holds it up to Jack.

                         JACK WRIGHT
          Thank you, Frank. That's the
          President's pin. I'd be in big trouble
          if I lost that.
          Jack clips the pin to his jacket, turns and walks out the
          door.

                         PAULA
          Are you hungry, Frankie? I'll make
          you a sandwich.
          Paula walks into the )Efien, opens the refrigerator and
          starts making a sandw
          PAWcont ' d)
          Jack wanted to t ob ness with
          your father. He sa' we should
          sue the government, a 's not
          legal what they're do us. Why
          aren't you saying anyth
          Frank stares at his mother, who continues to make his
          sandwich.

                         PAULA (CONT'D)
          You're not going to tell him, are
          you?
          Paula walks over to her son, her hands shaking as she hands
          him a sandwich.

                         FRANK
          No.

                         PAULA
          That'sright. There's nothing to
          tell.I'mgoing outfor a few hours,
          visitsomeold friends from the tennis
          club.Andwhen I get home we'll all

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane . 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          23.

                         30 CONTINUED: (2) 30
           PAULA (cont' d)
          have dinner together, right? But your
          won't say anything, because it's
          just stupid, isn't it?
          Paula lights a cigarette, walks toward the door.

                         PAULA (CONT'D)
          Do you need some money, Frankie, a
          few dollars to buy some record albums?
          Here, take five dollars.
          Paula holds out five dollars, and Frank walks toward her,
          reaches up and takes the cigarette out of her mouth.

                         FRANK
          You promised you were going to quit.

          31 EXT. - ABAGNALE STATIONERS. - NEW ROCHELLE. - DAY 31

           A large stationery store sits right in the middle of the
           upscale neighborhood of New Rochelle.

          32 INT. - STATIONERY STO A DAY 32

           Frank is working behindvt" nter of his father's store,
           gently placing a SILVER cross a velvet display pad. A
           WOMAN stares down at the p 0

                          FRANK
           This is a 925 sterlihk� �er
           Waldmann ballpoint pen V a two-
          color twist action top. Just turn it

          0.
          like this -- the ink changes from
          black to blue. Nine dollars.

                         WOMAN
          They have them in the city for six.
          As the woman walks out of the store, Frank Sr. comes running
          out of his office, which doubles as the stockroom. He holds
          a letter in his hand.

          FRANK SR.
          It's over. I did it, Frank. The sons
          of bitches have called off the dogs --
          read it and weep. I beat the United
          States government. Take a look at
          that.
          Frank Sr. hands Frank a letter.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          24.

                         32 CONTINUED: 32
           FRANK SR. (cont'd)
           See what it says -- the I.R.S is
          backing off. They're gonna take their
          money and run -- no charges filed,
          no further investigations into this
          matter. They thought they could get
          me, and I sent Uncle Sam running for
          the hills.

                         FRANK
          Does this mean we can move home?

          FRANK SR.
          We're gonna move back here, Frank,
          get a new house, a new car --

                         FRANK
          A red Cadillac with white interior.

          FRANK SR.
          It's gonna take a little time, but
           we're gonna get it all back --every
           fur coat, eve goddamn piece of
           silver! Com o help me lock up.
           We're going tg4 brace!
          33 INT. - VILLAGE INN BAR. ='rEASTCHESTER. - DAY 33
           Frank follows his father int ILLAGE INN BAR, a
           neighborhood dive that is ful 'lway workers coming off
           the night shift. Frank and his are greeted with cold
           stares from a handful of REGULARS are drinking and
          watching a mounted black and white TV.

          NEWSCASTER (V.0. ON TV)
          The Warren Commission has concluded
          their investigation into the
          assassination of President Kennedy,
          and has found that Lee Harvey Oswald
          acted alone, with no evidence of
          conspiracy, domestic or foreign.

          FRANK SR.
          (to the bartender)
          Bring us a couple of beers and two
          shots of Canadian.

                         BARTENDER
          I need to see the kid's I.D..

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          25.

                         33 CONTINUED: 33

          FRANK SR.
          This kid is the head salesman in my
          company. He's twenty-two and he's
          making five bills a week, so just
          bring the drinks and mind your
          business.
          Frank and his father sit at a small table in the middle of
          the bar. Frank looks uncomfortable as his father lights a
          cigar.

                         FRANK
          Maybe I should wait in the car.

          FRANK SR.
          Are you afraid of these men? Look at
          the way, they sit, the way they dress,
          the way they drink. What are they,
          railway men? Cargo loaders? Those
          men haven't earned the right to judge
          us. I beat Uncle Sam, what have they
          ever done?
          The WAITRESS brings o the drinks, and Frank Sr. quickly
          downs both shots. He ak DIME out of his pocket and sets
          it on the table.
           FRANSR. %cont d)
          Frank, I wa nt you that dime
          and go put it in th u x. Pick
          something loud. We're ating.
          Frank glances to the bar, where the MEN are quietly watching
          the-TV. The JUKEBOX is directly under the television.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          You know who I like? Lesley Gore.

                         FRANK
          Dad... they're watching TV.

          FRANK SR.
          Yes. But in a moment they'll be
          listening to Lesley Gore. We're gonna
          teach the drunks to mind their
          manners.

                         FRANK
          I think they know I'm not eighteen.

          FRANK SR.
          People only know what you tell them.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          26.

                         33 CONTINUED: (2) 33
          Frank Sr. picks up the dime and holds it up to. his son.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          Take the dime, son. Just take the
          dime and walk over there like you
          just closed a big deal. Walk over
          there like you got a roll of twenties
          right next to your pecker.
          Frank gets out of his chair and nervously faces his Father.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          And don't forget to smile while you're
          shoving it down their throats.
          Frank holds his father's dime as he slowly walks toward the
          JUKEBOX. THE MEN AT THE BAR see him coming, slowly turn on
          their stools.

                         MAN #1
          Don't play that thing, kid.
          Frank nervously stands alt " ukebox. Some of the men have
          gotten off their stools drinks in hand.

                         MAN #2
          We asked you not to' , kid.
          The President is abou Gd ke a
          speech.
          Frank looks toward his father, who sits back in his chair,
          smoking and smiling. Frank's hand shakes as he reaches out,
          drops the dime into the jukebox.

                         MAN #1
          We're not gonna tell you again.
          Step away from the jukebox.

          FRANK SR.
          Why you bothering the kid? You got a
          problem, come bother me.
          Frank watches as TWO DRUNKS walk toward his father. They
          both hold PITCHERS OF BEER in their hands.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          Hit the button, Frank. You hit that
          goddamn button!

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          27.

                         33 CONTINUED: (3) 33
          As Frank reaches out and hits the button, the men start to
          pour their beers over his father's head. FranWSr. does
          nothing to stop them, the smile never leaving his face as he
          screams at his son.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          That's right, Frank! Who are they!
          Who are they!
          THE JUKEBOX springs to life, and WE HEAR LESLEY GORE singing
          "IT'S MY PARTY." The men continue to pour their beers over
          Frank Sr.'s head, the entire bar screaming with laughter.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          Bus drivers! Security guards! Fry
          cooks! Now they understand! They
          can't win, Frank, they can't beat
          me!

          34 INT. - EASTCHESTER COURTHOUSE. - DAY 34 

           A LARGE COURTROOM -- ONLY FIVE PEOPLE INSIDE. On one side of
           the room WE SEE FRANK S wearing a white suit that doesn't
           quite fit -- a notice stain on the shirt. His weathered
           black briefcase is on"t k in front of him.
           Paula is on the other si the courtroom, wearing a blue
           church dress and holding a li% cigarette in her hand.
           Paula and Frank Sr. sit with lawyers facing JUDGE
           LARKIN, who is examining the E for the first time.

                         JUDGE LARKI
          Would the boy step forward and state
          his name for the record.
          Frank is seated in the middle of the courtroom -- a backpack
          on the floor at his feet. Frank slowly walks toward the bench.

                         FRANK
          Frank William Abagnale Jr.

                         JUDGE LARKIN
          Frank, the court apologizes for
          pulling you out of school this
          morning. Are you aware of the fact
          that your parents have filed for
          divorce?
          Frank glances at his mother, then slowly shakes his head
          "no."

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          28.

                         34 CONTINUED: 34
           JUDGE LARKIN (cont'd)
          Again, I apologize. This is a custody
          hearing to determine who you are
          going to live with after the divorce.
          Your mother and father are leaving
          this decision up to you. For the
          record, I would like to praise both
          parents for showing such confidence
          in their son, who they believe will
          make the best decision for himself
          and his family.
          Frank stares straight ahead, his breathing forced as he stares
          at Judge Larkin.
          JUDGE LARKIN (cont'd)
          Okay, Frank, I'm going to ask you a
          difficult question. Who's it going
          to be, your mother or your father?
          Frank looks to his father, then turns and stares at his mother
          for a long BEAT.
          Can I have
          it?

          35 EXT. - EASTCHESTER. - DAY \Z:�/O 35

           town, of sheer desperation
           on s hif ace as h e runs pas t dil a� d shops and abandoned
           buildings -- racing a train that lowing pulling into the
           Eastchester station. fi

          36 INT. - EASTCHESTER TRAIN STATION. - DAY. 36 

          Frank runs up to the ticket window at the TRAIN STATION.

                         FRANK
          One ticket to Grand Central, please.

                         TICKET CLERK
          Three dollars and fifty cents.

                         FRANK
          Can I write you a check?

          37 INT. - PAPIGONE PRISON. - MARSEILLE. - NIGHT 37

          THE CELL DOOR IS PULLED OPEN, and Frank slowly walks out and
          faces Joe Shaye, who is holding a pair of HANDCUFFS and
          standing with FBI AGENTS EARL AMDURSKY and TOM FOX- All three

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          29.

                         37 CONTINUED: 37
           AGENTS get a glimpse inside the cell -- and they all quickly
           turn away.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Frank, this is Agent Amdursky and
          Agent Fox. They'll be helping with
          the extradition.
          Joe puts the handcuffs on Frank, who can barely stay on his
          feet as he slowly turns to Warden Garren.

                         FRANK
          Your wife is sleeping with one of
          the guards. Just thought you should
          know.

          38 INT. - HOTEL ROOM. - FRANCE. - NIGHT 38

           Joe Shaye, Amdursky and Fox are all watching Frank as he
           sits naked in a bathtub, his handcuffs still on as he tries
           to shave his beard.

          39 INT. - HOTEL ROOM. - FF5?% - NIGHT 39

           Frank has one hand 4N Ll to a chair, and both legs
           SHACKLED to the corner ed. He's eating a sandwich
           and drinking a glass of s Joe Shaye sits across from
           him.

                          JOE SHA
           Just sit back and get table.
           We leave for the airpor nine
          hours.

                         FRANK
          I want to call my father.

                         JOE SHAYE
          You can call him when we get to New
          York? I apologize for the room --
          it's the only place the agency could
          afford.

                         FRANK
          Don't worry, Joe. I've stayed in
          worse.

          40 EXT. - TIMES SQUARE HOTEL. - NIGHT 40 

          Frank wears blue pajamas as he's THROWN OUT OF A DILAPIDATED
          TIMES SQUARE HOTEL ROOM BY THE NIGHT MANAGER, who is dragging
          him toward the door.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          30.

                         40 CONTINUED: 40

           SUPER: OCTOBER. 1964

                         MANAGER
          I don't want to hear your story.
          That's two checks that bounced, do
          you know how much trouble I'm in?

                         FRANK
          The bank made a mistake, Andy, I'll
          write you a check right now! Please,
          it's midnight, I have no place to
          go.
          The Manager pushes Frank into the cage elevator.

                         MANAGER
          You're a goddamn kid. You should be
          in school.

          41 INT. - NEW YORK HOTEL ROOM. - NIGHT 41

           A decrepit Times Square hotel room. Frank sits up in bed
           staring down at his NEW RSEY DRIVER'S LICENSE -- which is
           a simple I.D. CARD wi picture. Frank uses a pen to change
           the date of birth fro lf o 1938.
          42 INT. - NEW YORK SAVINGS BTKf - DAY 42

                          O
           Frank holds a BLACK BRIEFCAS st ands in front of a
           FEMALE BANK TELLER holding a HATTAN CHECK.

                         FRANK
          My boss sent me to Brooklyn, then
          Queens, now he wants me in Long Island
          and I'm short train fare. It's my
          first week -- I don't think I'm cut
          out to be a salesman.

                         ASHLEY
          I'm sorry, but we're not allowed to
          cash checks from other banks. How
          would we know if they were any good?

                         FRANK
          What's your name?

                         ASHLEY
          Ashley.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          31.

                         42 CONTINUED: 42

                         FRANK
          You do me this favor, Ashley, and
          I'll give you this sterling silver
          Waldmann pen. It's German. What do
          you say?
          Frank takes the PEN out of his pocket.

                         ASHLEY
          I feel so bad. I'm really not supposed
          to take the check. How about if I
          just loan you a few dollars myself?
          Ashley takes some money out of her own pocket.

                         FRANK
          That's okay, Ashley. I'll find my
          way to Chase Manhattan.

          43 EXT. - BANK. - DAY 43

           As Frank walks out of the bank, he watches A PILOT AND TWO
           FLIGHT ATTENDANTS step of a cab right in front of him.
           They are all laughing A s hey head for the revolving doors
           of the MAYFAIR HOTEL.
           Frank watches as the PIL IPS THE DOORMAN A FIVE DOLLAR

           BILL.
          44 INT. - MAYFAIR HOTEL. - MORNING, N\ v- 44
           Frank follows the Pilot into the 'air, seesthe hotel
          MANAGER rushing over to greet him. The entirelobby seems to
          be focussed on the Pilot, with BELLMEN runningover to carry 0;
          his bags -- the FLIGHT ATTENDANTS following his every move.
          Frank turns to an aging BELLMAN.

                         FRANK
          Excuse me, do you know that pilot?

                         BELLMAN
          He's just one of those airline jerks.
          Just because you fly at thirty
          thousand feet, doesn't make you God.
          Frank watches as the Pilot walks into the elevator, the Flight
          Attendants by his side.

          FRANK (V.0.)
          Dear Dad...I've decided to become an
          airline pilot. I've applied at all

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          32.

                         44 CONTINUED: 44
           FRANK (V.O.) (cont'd)
          the big airlines, and have several
          promising interviews lined up.

          45 EXT. - PAY PHONE. - NEW YORK. - DAY 45

          A packed street corner in the center of New York. Frank is
          eating a hot dog as he talks on a PAY PHONE.

          PAN AM OPERATOR (V.O.)
          Pan Am, how may I help you?

                         FRANK
          I'd like to speak to someone about a
          uniform.

          PAN AM OPERATOR
          Hold for purchasing.
          Frank turns and looks directly behind him, where WE SEE the
          FIFTY STORIES OF THE PAN AN BUILDING standing tall in the
          middle of the city.

          HASING SUPERVISOR (V.O.)
          Purchasing.

                         F
          Yes. My name is illiams, and
          I'm a co-ilot basp of San
          Francisco. I flew a into New
          York last night, and ving for
          Paris in three hours.

          PURCHASING SUPERVISOR (V.O.)
          How can we help you?

                         FRANK
          I sent my uniform out to be cleaned
          through the hotel...

          PURCHASING SUPERVISOR (V.O.)
          Let me guess. They lost the uniform.
          Happens all the time.

          46 EXT. - NEW YORK STREET. - DAY 46

          As the telephone conversation continues, WE SEE Frank running
          down a busy street, a big smile on his face as he cuts in
          and out of an endless stream of people.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          33.

                         46 CONTINUED: 46

           PURCHASING SUPERVISOR (V.0.)
          Go down to the Well-Built Uniform
          Company at Ninth and Broadway --
          they're our uniform supplier. I'll
          tell Mister Ross you're coming.
          Frank sprints through the doors of the WELL-BUILT UNIFORM

          COMPANY.

          47 INT. - WELL-BUILT UNIFORM COMPANY. - DAY 47

          Frank poses in front of a full length mirror wearing a brand
          new PAN AM UNIFORM. MISTER ROSS kneels in front of him,
          cuffing his pants. In the B.G., WE SEE rows and rows of
          uniforms waiting to be shipped.

                         ROSS
          What's your rank?

                         FRANK
          I'm a co-pilot.

                         Z
          Right seat.
          look too yo ng �e a pilot.
          Ross places a single GOLD BAR'�bp `# lapel of Frank's jacket.

                         ROSS
          How does that feel?

                         0

                         FRANK
          It feels great.

                         ROSS
          It's gonna be $164 dollars.

                         FRANK
          No problem. I'll write you a check.

          48 EXT. - NEW YORK. - DAY 48

          Frank walks down Broadway in his new uniform, enjoying the
          obvious glances he is getting from men and women who pass
          by. He sees a little boy pointing at him, and he gives the
          boy a playful salute. Frank can't help but smile as he drops
          his briefcase in the nearest trash can, then turns and walks
          into a bank.
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          34.

          49 INT. - BANK OF NEW YORK. - DAY 49

          A FEMALE BANK TELLER is sneaking glances at Frank as she
          counts out his money on the counter.

                         BANK TELLER
          That's eighty, ninety, one hundred
          dollars. You have yourself a great
          time in Paris.

          50 INT. - MAYFAIR HOTEL LOBBY. - NEW YORK CITY. - DAY 50 

          A busy, upscale business hotel in the heart of the city.
          Frank stands in uniform at the front desk.

                         FRANK
          I'm flying out to Paris in the C.
          morning. Okay if I write you a check
          for the room?

          FRONT DESK CLERK
          No problem, Sir.
          I was also Sao if you could
          cash a person for me. I've
          got a date wit C� ute little hostess
          this evening.

          FRONT DB'U�,C K
          For airline personnel O h checks
          up to three hundred dol

                         I

                         FRANK
          I won't need that much. Let's make
          it two-fifty.

          51 INT. - MAYFAIR HOTEL ROOM. - NEW YORK. - NIGHT 51

          An episode of THE RIFLEMAN is on the black and white TV in
          the hotel room. A ROOM SERVICE CART sits next to the bed,
          piled high with half-eaten plates of french fries, hamburgers,
          and slices of apple pie.
          As Frank sleeps on the king sized bed, the PILOT'S UNIFORM
          lies next to him on top of the sheets.

          52 EXT. - ABAGNALE STATIONERS. - NEW ROCHELLE. - DAY 52

          Frank Sr. gets off the bus in front of his store. He is
          wearing his black suit and holding a briefcase as he starts

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          35.

                         52 CONTINUED: 52
          to unlock the front door to the store. TWO POLICE DETECTIVES
          walk up behind him.

                         DETECTIVE #1
          Frank Abagnale?
          Frank turns around, stares at the TWO COPS as they show him
          their BADGES.

                         FRANK
          What is this? The IRS said no charges
          would filed.

                         DETECTIVE #2
          Sir, we'd like to talk to you about
          a checking account at Chase Manhattan
          bank. The account is four thousand
          dollars overdrawn, and checks are
          bouncing every day.

                         DETECTIVE #1
          The account is in your son's name,
          and he was re ted as a runaway in

                         H MARC

                         DETECTI
          Do you know where you
          Abagnale?

          FRANK SR.
          You guys are looking for the wrong
          person.

                         DETECTIVE #2
          And how do you know that? Has Frank
          been in contact with you?

          FRANK SR.
          if I tell you where he is, will you
          promise not to tell his mother?
          The two Detectives nod.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          (lowering his voice)
          Frank made up a fake I.D and enlisted
          in the Marine Corps -- he's over in

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          36.

                         52 CONTINUED: (2) 52
           FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          Vietnam right now. Somebody must
          have stolen his bank book, because
          he's half way around the world
          crawling through the jungle and
          fighting the fucking communists. So
          don't come to my place of business
          and call my boy a criminal, because
          that kid has more guts than either
          of you will ever know.

                         DETECTIVE #1
          I'm sorry, Sir. We didn't know.

          FRANK SR.
          It's okay. Nobody knows.

          53 INT. - PLAZA HOTEL. - NEW YORK. - DAY 53

           Frank walks up to the front desk of the PLAZA HOTEL.

                          FRANK
           Do you rent twriters?

           F ESK CLERK
           Of course, M ms. Would you
           like electric m ual?

          FRONT DESK K
          You should try it. I'll send our

                          I
          typist up to give you a lesson.

          54 INT. - PLAZA HOTEL SUITE. - NIGHT 54


                         CLOSE ON

          A BLANK COUNTER CHECK
          The ELECTRIC STRIKING BALL of the typewriter is going over
          the same words again and again, making them appear PRINTED.
          The top of the phony check reads:

          PAN AMERICAN WORLD AIRWAYS EMPLOYEE NUMBER 15415

          PAY TO THE ORDER OF FRANK WILLIAMS $513.12
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          37.

          55 INT. - PLAZA HOTEL BATHROOM. - DAY 55 

          Frank kneels over the bathtub, looking down at a PLASTIC 707
          MODEL AIRPLANE. The small plane is soaking in the tub,
          floating up-side-down in a pool of bubbles.

                         CLOSE ON

          THE WING OF THE MODEL PLANE_
          The PAN AM LOGO is on the wing. WE WATCH as a TWEEZER lifts
          the corner of the logo right off the plastic, carefully
          slipping it off the wing so that the words PAN AMERICAN WORLD
          AIRWAYS hang in mid-air.

                         ON FRANK
          meticulously placing the LOGO on top of the check he has
          just made. The words stick to the paper, and he quickly takes
          the check and places it in the middle of a hotel BIBLE. He
          sticks the bible under his bed, the way a kid breaks in a
          new baseball glove.

          56 INT. - CHASE MA.NHATTAW/BANK _ - DAY 56

           Frank is still in uniform " s 0 walks past two MALE TELLERS
           and deliberately approac YOUNG FEMALE TELLER-

                         CN

                         FRANK
          I was wondering if ?bk `�ptad cash
          this payroll check f
          Frank takesthecheck out ofa phony PAN AM ENVELOPEand

                          M ;
          hands it totheTELLER.ThePAN AM LOGO on the check is
          crooked andoffcenter,thetype blurred and almostillegible.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          You have beautiful eyes.
          The TELLER smiles at Frank, barely glances at the check as
          she opens her CASH DRAWER.

                         TELLER
          How would you like it?

          57 INT. - NEW YORK HOBBY SHOP. - DAY 57

          A small HOBBY SHOP in Times Square. Frank sets FIFTEEN BOXES
          of PAN AM MODEL AIRPLANES on the counter.

          HOBBY SHOP OWNER
          That's a lot of planes.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          38.

                         57 CONTINUED: 57

                         FRANK
          I give them away at Christmas to
          needy children.

          58 INT. - PLAZA HOTEL SUITE. - NIGHT 58 


                         CLOSE ON

          A HOTEL BATHTUB FILLED WITH MODEL AIRPLANES THAT ARE SOAKING

          IN WARM WATER.
          Frank sits at a desk, pulls a CHECK from the carriage of an
          electric typewriter. The check is perfectly centered, the
          Pan Am logo straight, the lines and words looking thick and
          heavy -- as if they were printed.
          Frank takes the check and sets it on the hotel bed, where
          FIVE HUNDRED FRESHLY MADE CHECKS are sitting in neatly stacked
          piles.

          59 INT. -PLAZA HOTEL. - MORNING 59 

           Frank walks downstairs his uniform, CHECK IN HAND. The
          HOTEL MANAGER rushes a to greet him.

          E'.
          What can I do ou, Mr. Williams.

                         FRANK
          I'm headed out to S morning
          and I need a little s money.

                         MANAGER

                          0
          I'm sorry, Sir, we won't have any
          cash until the banks open in a hour.
          But I'm sure they can cash your check
          at the airport.

                         FRANK
           The airport? They cash checks at
           the airport?

          60 INT. - LA GUARDIA AIRPORT. - MORNING. 60

          Frank wears his pilot's uniform as he walks through the
          crowded airport holding a thick wad of cash. As he stuffs
          the money into his pockets, he walks toward a sign that reads:

          AIRLINE PERSONNEL ONLY.
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          39.

          61 INT. - PERSONNEL AREA. - LA GUARDIA. - DAY 61

          A giant warehouse filled with PILOTS, CO-PILOTS, FLIGHT
          ATTENDANTS, and BAGGAGE HANDLERS. There is a CAFETERIA,
          NEWSSTAND, AIRLINE SHOP, and SHOE SHINE BOOTH.
          Frank sits down in one of the SHOE SHINE CHAIRS, two TWA
          PILOTS next to him. He stares at their I.D. BADGES, which
          are laminated pictures clipped to the front of their jackets.

                         FRANK
          Morning.
          The TWO PILOTS turn and look at Frank.

                         TWA PILOT
          Morning. You mind if I ask you a
          question?

                         FRANK
          Sure.

                         PILOT
          I see you hfe"d11 the time, and I
          was wonderi g Pan Am is doing
          out here at L ah_ubia? Pan Am doesn't
          fly into La Gu
          Frank stares at the Pilot, hag==(,d/,idea what to say.

                         TWA PILOT
          You working charters?

                         FRANK
          Yeah. Charters. I'm headed out to
          Kennedy in a few minutes.

                         TWA PILOT
          I figured as much. What kind of
          equipment you on?
          Frank thinks for a long BEAT, has no idea what to say.

                         FRANK
          General Electric.

                         TWA PILOT #2
          General Electric? What the hell do
          you fly, washing machines?
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          40.

          62 EXT. - LA GUARDIA. - DAY 62

          Frank is running out of the airport.

          FRANK (V.O.)
          Dear Dad. I have been accepted to
          Pan Am's flight school, and will be
          starting my training immediately. I
          am sending you a picture of me in my
          uniform, so that you can show it to
          mom, and let her know that I am a
          pilot for the greatest airline in
          the world.

          63 EXT. - PAN AM BUILDING. - DAY 63

           Frank enters building. 

          64 INT. - PAN AM BUILDING - RECEPTION AREA - DAY 64 

          The massive CORPORATE OFFICES of PAN AM, which look out over
          the Manhattan. Frank, dressed like a student and wearing a
          backpack, gets out of televator and walks up to a

          RECEPTIONIST.
          I'm Frank Black'cr#4m Monroe High
          School. I have a opdIntment with
          Mister Mulligan.

                         RECEPTION
          Go on in, Frank. He' s w i4 ng for
          you.
          Frank hesitates as he walks toward a door marked, PAUL

          MULLIGAN, DIRECTOR OF AIRLINE SECURITY.

          65 INT. - MULLIGAN'S OFFICE. - DAY 65

          PAUL MULLIGAN, 70's, a small, rock of a man, stands behind a

          WALL OF PICTURES, MILITARY MEDALS, PAN AM ACHIEVEMENT AWARDS,
          and EMPLOYEE OF THE YEAR CERTIFICATES that are neatly
          displayed on the wall behind him.

                         MULLIGAN
          Frank, I'm Paul Mulligan, head of
          security for Pan American World
          Airways. I understand you're writing
          a report about Pan Am, and you'd
          like to speak to a real live pilot.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          41.

                         65 CONTINUED: 65

                         FRANK
          Yes, Sir.

                         MULLIGAN
          Well you're in luck, son. Because I
          was one of the best.

          66 INT. - PAN AM BUILDING. - DAY 66

          Frank is following Paul Mulligan through a large GALLERY
          which shows the history of PAN AM in black and white pictures
          and detailed PLASTIC MODELS.

                         FRANK
          What does it mean when one pilot
          says to another pilot, "what kind of
          equipment are you on?"

                         MULLIGAN
          He's asking what kind of plane they're
          flying. DC-10, 707, 727.
          What about a D. badges I've seen
          pilots wear. e

                         MU G
          A pilot is requi of
          things with him at
          airline personnel b e
          similar to this Pan AA
          wearing, and his FAA li
          Mulligan pulls an old FAA LICENSE out of his wallet.

                         FRANK
          Do you think I could make a copy of
          this license to put in my report?

                         MULLIGAN
          You can have it, Frank. It expired
          five years ago.

                         FRANK
          What about your I.D. badge? Do you
          have an extra one I could borrow?

                         MULLIGAN
          I'm afraid I can't help you there.
          These badges are special ordered
          from Polaroid. The only way to get

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          42.

                         66 CONTINUED: 66

                          MULLIGAN (CONT'D)
          one is to become a real live pilot
          for Pan Am.

          67 INT. - POLAROID CORPORATE OFFICES. - NEW YORK. - DAY 67

          A LARGE OFFICE IN NEW YORK CITY. A POLAROID SALESMAN has
          opened a SAMPLE BOOK and is showing off page after page of

          LAMINATED I.D. BADGES.
          FRANK wears a suit and tie as he sits across from the salesman
          examining the book.

                         FRANK
          Caribbean Air will be expanding our
          routes next year to include most of
          the East coast. I'm thinking we'll
          need several thousand badges.

                         POLAROID SALESMAN
          As you can see, we make the I.D.
          badges for almost every major airline.

                         POLAROI
          That's Pan Am. Would o' Qke the
          brochure on that one?

                         FRANK
          My boss wanted me to bring back an
          actual I.D. badge, not a brochure.

                         POLAROID SALESMAN
          That's no problem, Mister Anderson.
          We make all the badges right here
          with this equipment.
          The Salesman motions to a large CAMERA AND LAMINATOR.
          POLAROID SALESMAN (cont'd)
          I can make you one in a few seconds.

                         FRANK
          I have an idea. Why don't you use me
          as the subject.
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          43.
          l f 68 INT - KENNEDY AIRPORT. - DAY 68
          Frank is walking through KENNEDY AIRPORT, his authentic PAN
          AM I.D. BADGE secured to the front of his uniform. He walks
          up to an EASTERN AIRLINES ticket counter and smiles at the

          TICKET AGENT.

                         FRANK
          Hello. I'm a Pan Am co-pilot and I'd
          like to fly on your two-thirty to
          Miami.

          EASTERN TICKET AGENT
          You want to dead-head to Miami?

                         FRANK
          Yes. Dead-head.
          Frank hands the AGENT his I.D. BADGE and Mulligan's FAA
          license, which has been cropped at the top where Mulligan's
          name used to be. She barely glances at either-

          ERN TICKET AGENT
          You' re in lyk""Sir. The jump seat
          is open.
           The Ticket Agent starts to la ,��Y}c�i Frank laughs with her.

          69 INT_ - EASTERN 707. - DAY 69
           MARCI, a cute 27-year-old EASTERN STEWARDESS with short blonde
          hair and glasses, stands at the front of the plane smiling
          at Frank -- who holds out his pink boarding slip.

                         MARCI
          Are you my dead-head?

          70 INT. - COCKPIT. - 707. - DAY 70

          Frank is led into the cockpit by Marci, trying not to react
          to the intensity of the tiny space. He immediately looks
          around for the jump-seat -- or any seat -- but sees nothing.

                         MARCI
          Frank, this is Captain Oliver. That's
          John Paxton, the Co-Pilot, this is
          Ron Vega, flight engineer.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          44.

                         70 CONTINUED: 70

                         FRANK
          Frank Williams, Pan Am. Thanks for
          giving me a lift.

                         CAPTAIN OLIVER
          Go ahead and take a seat, Frank,
          we're about to push.
          Frank continues to search for the JUMP SEAT, the panic
          starting to show on his face as Marci reaches her hand around
          to the back of the cockpit door and pulls down the small

                         METAL SEAT_

                         MARCI
          There you go. Would you like a drink
          after take-off?
          Frank quickly sits in the jump-seat, his hands shaking as he
          tries to strap himself in.

                         FRANK
          A glass of milk, please.

          71 EXT. - KENNEDY AIRPORT'RMWAY. - DAY. 71


          72 INT. - EASTERN COCKPIT. - 72 

           CLOSE ON FRANK -- inside the -- his hands gripping
           the sides of the JUMP-SEAT, his nd face clenched into
           a silent scream as the plane lift f, banking left as it
          shoots out over Manhattan.
          Frank is staring out the cockpit window in disbelief, the
          way all kids do the first time they ride in a plane.

          73 INT. - EASTERN 707. - LATER IN FLIGHT 73

          Frank walks through the COCKPIT DOOR, sees Marci preparing
          drinks at the beverage station.

                         MARCI
          Hello, dead-head. Enjoying your free
          ride?

                         FRANK
          Marci, did you drop this?
          Frank takes a SMALL GOLD NECKLACE out of his jacket pocket.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          45.

                         73 CONTINUED: 73

                         7 FRANK (CONT'D)
           Must have slipped right off your
           neck.

          74 INT. - FRANK'S HOTEL ROOM. - MIAMI. - NIGHT 74

           Frank is lying on top of Marci -- losing his virginity --
          not moving -- just staring down at her with a bizarre look
          on his face. The lights are low, the radio is on.

                         FRANK
          Are all hostesses as nice as you?

          MA.RCI
          Stewardess. You know we like to be
          called stewardess now. Why are you
          stopping?

                         FRANK
          I want to tell you something, Marci.
          This is by far the best date I've
          ever been on.

          75 INT. - AIRPORT. - DAY 75

           Frank walks toward a COUNTER with a big smile on
           his face.

                          U O

                          FRANK
           Is the jump-seat op no '1 j. ur four
           o'clock to Dallas?

          76 INT. - DALLAS BANK. - DAY 76


                         0
          Frank is wearing his pilot's uniform as he walks up to LUCY,
          the pretty ASSISTANT MANAGER of a small Dallas bank.

                         LUCY
          Welcome to Dallas National Bank, how
          may I help you?

                         FRANK
          What's your name, Ma'am?

                         LUCY
          Lucy Rogers. I'm the Assistant
          Manager.

                         FRANK
          Lucy, my name is Frank Williams, and
          I'm a co-pilot for Pan Am. I'd like

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         46-

                         76 CONTINUED: 76

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          to cash this check and then take you
          to dinner.

          77 INT. - DALLAS HOTEL ROOM. - NIGHT 77

          Frank is dancing with LUCY, who is laughing uncontrollably
          as he twirls her around the room.

                         LUCY
          Okay, enough! I'm gonna be sick. I
          have to get home and get some sleep.

                         FRANK
          It's only midnight.

                         LUCY
          One of my tellers got married last
          night, and I'm gonna be short handed
          all week.

                         FRANK
          What if I cane nd helped you out
          down at the

                         L
          Now why would ffaij Am Pilot want to
          work in my stupi
          Frank twirls Lucy, dipping he3JAn,; Y middle of the room.

                         FRANK
          To be close to you.

          78 INT. - DALLAS NATIONAL BANK. - DAY 78

          Frank is standing with Lucy behind the counter of the bank,
          watching as she feeds a stack of CHECKS into a MICKER ENCODING

          MACHINE.

                         LUCY
          We feed the checks through the micker
          machine, and the magic eye reads the
          micker ink and then sorts the checks
          by numbers.

                         FRANK
          What numbers?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          47.

                         78 CONTINUED: 78

                         LUCY
          See the numbers on the bottom of the`
          checks. Those are called routing
          numbers.

                         FRANK
          Where do the checks get routed to?

                         LUCY
          Well, I'm not exactly sure.
          Nobody ever asked before.

          79 INT. - NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY. - DAY 79 

          Frank wears his pilots uniform as he sits across from a group
          of HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS who are writing term papers. As the
          students talk and laugh at their desks, Frank leans over to
          them.

                         FRANK
          would you keep it down, please?
          The students immediatel uiet down as Frank turns a page in
          his book -- THE HISTO BANKING IN AMERICA. He is reading
          a chapter called - - T E, NKS OF THE U.S. FEDERAL RESERVE

          80 INT. - NEW JERSEY AUCTIO 80 


           A SIGN READS: FORECLOSURE AU

                          BANS
           WE SEE rows of desks, chairs, cou and cash drawers --
           everything you could possibly find at a bank. The AUCTIONEER
           stands in front of a room filled with BANKERS and BUSINESSMEN
          in dark suits.

                         AUCTIONEER
          Our next item up for bid is also
          fromtheJersey National foreclosure.
          Thisisa micker encoder, a machine
          usedtoencode bank checks. Do I
          haveanopening bid?
          In the audience, Frank, dressed in a suit, smiles as he raises
          his paddle.

                         FRANK
          Five dollars.
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          48.

          81 EXT. - VILLAGE INN BAR. - EASTCHESTER, NEW JERSEY. - DAY 81

          The parking lot is packed with cars. A light snow is falling
          as FRANK SR. walks out of the bar and buttons his jacket.

                         FRANK
          Happy birthday, Dad.
          Frank turns to face his son, who is standing in front of a
          RED CADILLAC that still has the sticker in the window. The
          two men stare at each other for a long BEAT, and then embrace
          in the middle of the lot.

          FRANK SR.
          Jesus, look at you? My son the
          birdman. That is some uniform, Frank.

                         FRANK
          I bought you a Cadillac.
          Frank motions to the car, holds up the keys.
          K (cont' d)
          ission. She goes
          s an hour. It
          btj speedometer.
          Frank Sr.

                         FRANK S
          She's beautiful. Only\� @�nna get
          myself another white on r already
          ordered it. You keep that one, Frank,

                         I
          maybe one day we'll race to Atlantic
          City.

                         FRANK
          I went by the store today. Since
          when do you close on a Friday?

          FRANK SR.
          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, and I wasn't
          gonna let them take it from me. So I
          just shut the doors myself, called
          their bluff.

                         FRANK
          I can get you money, whatever you
          need. We can buy ten stores.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          49.

                         81 CONTINUED: 81

          FRANK SR.
          No. It's better this way. I'm laying'
          low for awhile, letting them have
          their fun. It's just a stationery
          store -- sooner or later they'll
          forget about me.

                         FRANK
          Have you talked to Mom?

          FRANK SR.
          She's so stubborn, your mother. But
          I won't let her go without a fight.
          I've been fighting for her since the
          day we met.

                         FRANK
          Out of all those soldiers, you were
          the one that took her home.

          FRANK SR.
          That's right. Two hundred men were
          sitting in th' little social hall
          watching he d ce. What was the
          name of tha d I/ ..il lage?
          Montpelier.

                         FRANK S
          I didn't speak a word
          six weeks later she was
          A WOMAN PULLS UP IN AN OLD FORD AND HONKS FOR FRANK SR.. She
          smiles and waves at him through the window, and he waves
          back.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          Shit. I have to go, Frank.

                         FRANK
          I was hoping I could buy you a steak.

          FRANK SR.
          Jesus, tonight is no good. That's my
          friend, Darlene. She's cooking me
          dinner for my birthday. She used to
          be the pastry chef at Elaines. Why
          don't you come home with us?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          50.

                         81 CONTINUED: (2) 81

                         FRANK
          No, I should probably get out to the
          airport. I'm flying the red eye
          tonight.

          FRANK SR.
          Where are you going?

                         FRANK
          Dad, I'm serious about what I said.
          I can get you money --whatever you
          need.

          FRANK SR.
          Just tell me where you're going.
          I bet it's someplace warm.

                         FRANK
          Yeah. Hawaii.

          FRANK SR.
          Hawaii. My son is going to Hawaii
          tonight. The x t of us really are
          suckers.

          82 INT. - FBI OFFICES. - WASHIN , DAY 82


          SUPER: FBI BUILDING, WASHINGTON

                         CLOSE ON
          A SLIDE PROJECTOR -- the circular tray turning clockwise as
          an AGENT JOE SHAYE stands at the front of the room addressing

          FIVE FBI AGENTS.

                         JOE SHAYE
          John Doe 2172 is a paperhanger who
          started on the East Coast. During
          the last few weeks 2172 has developed
          a new form of check fraud, which I'm
          calling "the float". Next slide.
          The slide doesn't change.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          Next slide, please.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          51.

                         82 CONTINUED: 82

                         FBI AGENT
          The remote thing is broken.
          You'll have to do it by hand.
          Joe reaches in and turns the slide.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          What he's doing is opening checking
          accounts all over the country, then
          changing the micker ink routing
          numbers on the bottom of those checks.

                         CLOSE ON
          THE FACES OF THE FIVE FBI AGENTS, looking bored as they all
          listen to Joe, having no idea what he's talking about. Some
          of the agents are yawning, while other are doodling at their
          desks.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          This is a map of the 12 branches of
          the U.S. Federal Reserve. The optical
          scanners at t bank read the numbers
          on the bott a check -- then
          ship the ch c}���f,? to the

                         CORRESPONDING

                         SPEC___
          Joe, for those of
          with bank fraud, wo
          telling us what the h
          talking about?

                         III

                         JOE SHAYE
          The East Coast branches are numbered
          seven through twelve, the midwest
          four, five, and six...

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          You mean to say that those numbers
          on the bottom of a check actually
          mean something?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Yes. And if you change a number one
          to a number nine -- a check cashed
          in New York won't be sent to the
          East Coast Reserve -- but will be re-
          routed all the way to California.
          The bank won't know the check has
          bounced for two weeks, which means

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          52.

                         82 CONTINUED: (2) 82
           JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
           this guy can stay in one place --
          rob the same banks over and over.
          The AGENTS literally scratch their heads, trying to follow.

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          And this is why you called for an
          emergency briefing? Because of a
          couple of bounced checks?
          Laughter from the other Agents as Joe tries to smile.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Sean, I was hoping to get-some back-
          up on this.

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          You want my wife to help you? She's
          the one who balances the checkbook
          at home?

          83 INT. - RENTAL CAR. - LO GELES. - DAY 83


           SUPER: HOLLYWOOD, CAL FOR - JULY, 1964

           FBI AGENTS AMDURSKY AND
           Hollywood. Fox sits in the

                          AMDURSϿ
           .I'm wearing a red nd high
           heels, running through park and
          chasing these two Puerto Rican's
          with a suitcase filled with marijuana
          and I reach for my radio to call for
          back-up, but the radio is stuck in
          my bra...
          Joe turns up the volume on the radio, keeps his eyes on the
          road as he drives.

                         AMDURSKY (CONT'D)
          That's a funny story. People always
          laugh at that story.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Let me ask you something, Amdursky.
          if you had so much fun working
          undercover, why did you transfer
          into bank fraud?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          53.

                         83 CONTINUED: 83

                         AGENT AMDURSKY
          I didn't transfer. I was demoted.
          (off Joe's look)
          Demoted is the wrong word. It was
          more like-punished. I screwed up
          in the field.

                         JOE SHAYE
          What about you, Mr. Fox? Did you
          fuck up in the field and get punished?

                         FOX
          No. I've never worked in the field
          before. I was in the L.A. public
          relations office, but we were shut
          down after the riots.

                         JOE SHAYE
          That's just great. I ask for backup,
          they drag the bottom of the Pacific.

                         AMDURSKY
          Can I ask you mething, Joe? How
          come you're o erious all the time?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Does it bother you, Mr. Fox?

           0.

                         FOX
          A little, I guess.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Would you guys like to hear me tell
          a joke?

                         AGENT AMDURSKY
          Yeah. We'd love to hear a joke from
          you.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Knock Knock.

                         AGENT AMDURSKY
          Who's there?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          54.

                         83 CONTINUED: (2) 83

                         JOE SHAYE
          Go fuck yourselves.

          84 INT. - TROPICANA MOTEL. - HOLLYWOOD. - DAY 84

          The unmarked FBI SEDAN pulls up to TWO STORY MOTEL on the
          SUNSET STRIP. Joe, Amdursky and Fox walk into the motel
          office, all in black suits and sunglasses.

          85 INT. - TROPICANA MOTEL.- LOS ANGELES. - DAY 85

          Joe approaches the front desk of the motel, where the OWNER
          stands in front of a fan.

                         MOTEL OWNER
          He's been here two weeks, written
          lots of checks. The one that bounced
          was for twenty dollars, and he took
          care of it right away.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Nobody is goin to blame you. The
          bank called u He's probably not
          the man we' oking for.

                         ER
          I don't want m-�Y u Comers harassed.
          He took care of ' o '

                         JOE SHA
          Do you have any of th 1 ( ys he's
          written you?

                         MOTEL OWNER
          He gave me one yesterday.
          The owner takes a check out of the register, hands it to
          Joe. Joe stares at the check for a BEAT, slowly starts to
          smile.

                         JOE SHAYE
          I don't believe it. You guys stay
          here, watch the front.

                         AMDURSKY
          Stay here? This guy's a check forger,
          a goddamn paperhanger. He doesn't
          even carry a gun.

                         FOX
          Why can't we go with you, Joe?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          55.

                         85 CONTINUED: 85

                         JOE SHAYE
          Just be quiet and watch the front.
          And if you're good, I'll take you
          both for ice cream when we're
          finished.

          86 EXT. - TROPICANA MOTEL. - LOS ANGELES. - DAY 86

           Joe Shaye walks through the busy pool area of the motel,
           passing a few FLIGHT ATTENDANTS who are sitting by the tiny
           pool. Joe makes his way up the main stairwell. 

          87 INT. TROPICANA MOTEL - HALLWAY. - DAY 87 

           Joe walks through a fire door with his gun leading the way. 

                         CLOSE ON

                         ROOM 212
          at the end of the second floor hallway, the DO NOT DISTURB
          SIGN hanging off the door. Joe slowly makes his way down the
          hall, passing a MAID wh 's about to scream -- until he shows
          her his badge and vio y motions for her to hide inside a
          room.
           Joe creeps along the walYh s gun straight out, his face
          covered in sweat. He free Jow he hears a door creak,
          his breathing labored as the s of ROOM 212 slowly swings
          open and Frank walks into the ly u He wears a dark brown
          suit and holds a black suitcase

                         JOE SHAYE

                         FI
          Freeze! FBI! Don't you move! Put
          your hands on your head or I'll shoot
          you!
          Frank slowly turns to face Joe. The two men stare at each
          other for a BEAT_

                         FRANK
          Relax, buddy, you're late. My name
          is Johnson, Secret Service. Our boy
          just tried to climb out the window --
          my partner has him cuffed in the
          alley downstairs.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Secret Service? What are you talking
          about? Keep your hands in the air.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          56.

                         87 CONTINUED: 87

                         FRANK
          You think the FBI are the only ones
          tracking this guy. We've been
          following a paper trail for months,
          almost had him in New York. Would
          you mind taking that gun out of my
          face, it makes me nervous.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Let me see some identification.

                         FRANK
          Here. Take my whole wallet.
          Frank throws his wallet to Joe, who catches it with his free
          hand, but doesn't open it.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          You want my gun, too? Come over here
          and take my gun!
          Frank opens his jacket, but not wide enough for Joe to see
          that he's not armed.

                          F (CONT'D)
          Are you gonna e that weapon?
          We're supposed a on the same
          team.
          Joe hesitates, then slowly louW6Xs`J`3,. gun and holsters it.

                         JOE SHAYE
          I'm sorry. I got a little carried
          away. I didn't expect Secret Service
          on this.

                         FRANK
          Counterfeiting is our thing.

                         JOE SHAYE
          I know. I know. I just wasn't
          expecting...

                         FRANK
          Don't worry about it.
          (showing him the briefcase)
          This is his typewriter. I'm gonna go
          lock it in my trunk. Do me a favor
          and guard his room for a minute.
          Frank starts moving toward the back stairwell.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          57.

                         87 CONTINUED: (2) 87

                          FRANK (CONT'D)
          And yell down to my partner in the
          alley -- tell him I'm on my way.
          Frank starts to walk down back stairwell. He looks back at
          Joe, who stands at the front of room 212.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          What's your name, anyway?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Joe Shaye.

                         FRANK
          Tough luck, Joe. Five minutes earlier
          and you would have landed yourself a
          pretty good collar.
          Frank starts walking down the stairs.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Wait.
          ,�4back to Joe. Frank stops, slowly ty

                         (CONT' D)
          Your wallet.

                         FRANK
           Hang onto it for a pu`% , I trust
           you.

          88 EXT. - TROPICANA MOTEL. - LOS ANGELES. - DAY 88


                         0
          Frank walks downstairs, opens the EMERGENCY EXIT that leads
          to a back alley. He looks both ways, then starts to run toward

          HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD.

          89 EXT. - ROOM 212. - MINUTES LATER. 89

          Joe Shaye is guarding the entrance of room 212. He's standing
          tall, almost at attention. After a BEAT he looks down at the
          wallet in his hand, his mind starting to consider a single
          horrible thought.

          90 INT. - FBI OFFICES. - WASHINGTON. - DAY 90

          Joe Shaye is sitting in the office of Special Agent Wilkes,
          the office window facing out on the Washington Monument.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          58.

                         9 0 CONTINUED : 90

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          I've cleared Amdursky and Fox in
          this John Doe thing.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Thanks, Sean. It was my call all the
          way.

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          Sometimes we all get a little lost
          out there. No shame in being rusty.
          You want to talk about it?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Not really. I made a mistake.

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          Forget about it. There are hundreds
          of John Doe's out there.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Yeah, but I'm gonna get this one.
          The worst thi a paperhanger can do
          is show is I saw him, I heard
          his voice -- r s nothing for him
          to hide beiin (n�

           SPECT-ALOA T WILKES
          Just be careful, J u've got 12-
           years in, nobody bo r u down on
           the first floor. You ally
           wrote the book on bank d, and
           that's good enough to make you F-4 {
          some day. There's no reason to put
          yourself in this type of position.

                         JOE SHAYE
          what position is that?

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          The position of being humiliated.
          Joe stares at Wilkes, slowly stands and heads for the door.
          He's about to leave when he turns and looks back at Wilkes.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Hey, Sean, you want to hear a joke?

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          Sure.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         59-

                         90 CONTINUED: (2) 90

                         JOE SHAYE
          Knock knock.

          91 INT. - WALDORF ASTORIA HOTEL. - NEW YORK. - NIGHT 91

          A ROOM SERVICE WAITER opens a metal lid on a serving tray,
          revealing a huge steak and french fries.

                         FRANK
          Do you have any ketchup, Richard?

                         WAITER
          It's in the little bowl, Mr. Williams.

                         FRANK
          Thanks. Here ya go. Keep the change.
          Frank takes a crumpled fifty dollar bill out of his pocket,
          hands it to the waiter.

                         WAITER
          Thank you very much, Mr. Williams.
          you want some`5'v

                         WAIT O
          I would, but my sh' over. I'm
          going home to my ki thank you
          for asking, Mr. Willi d merry
          Christmas.

                         FRANK
          Merry Christmas.

          92 INT. - FBI FINGERPRINT LAB. - WASHINGTON D.C. - NIGHT 92 


          CLOSE ON A FINGERPRINT UNDER A MICROSCOPE -- WE SEE ONE PRINT

          AFTER ANOTHER.

                         JOE SHAYE
          is looking through a giant PRINT BOOK -- tediously searching
          for a match. Joe is alone in the fingerprint lab, where a
          pathetic looking Christmas tree sits in the corner of the
          room. The phone rings, and Joe quickly answers.

          JOE SHAYE (ON PHONE)
          This is Shaye. Merry Christmas.

          INTERCUT WITH SC. 93

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          60.

                         92 CONTINUED: 92

                         FRANK
          Hello, Joe.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Who is this?

                         FRANK
          Johnson, Secret Service.
          Joe sits up at his desk, grabs a pencil and paper.

                         JOE SHAYE
          John Doe 2172?

                         FRANK
          I've been trying to track you down
          for a couple of hours. Did you know
          that most people in the FBI have no
          idea who you are or what you do?

                         JOE SHAYE
          What do you want?
          happened out li'n>Zo ngeles .

                         JOE
          Fuck you. Don't yo ize to me.
          I'm the one that's Rn t you in
          jail.

                         FRANK
          Joe, do you always work on Christmas
          Eve?
          Joe looks around the room before he answers.

                         JOE SHAYE
          I volunteered, so that men with
          families could go home early.

                         FRANK
          You were wearing a wedding ring in
          L.A.. I thought maybe you had a
          family?

                         JOE SHAYE
          No. I've never been married.

                         FRANK
          How come?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          61.

                         92 CONTINUED: (2) 92

                         JOE SHAYE
          You want to talk to me, let's talk
          face to face.

                         FRANK
          Okay. I'm at the Waldorf Astoria in
          Manhattan. Suite 3113.
          Joe starts to write this down, then suddenly stops himself.

                         JOE SHAYE
          You think you're gonna get me again,
          don't you? You'd love for me to send
          twenty agents out on Christmas Eve
          to barge into that hotel, break down
          doors so you can make a fool out of
          me again?

                         FRANK
          Joe, I'm sorry if I made a fool out
          of you.

                         J SHAYS
          Goddamn it, o t you feel sorry for
          me. The tru h knew it was you.
          Maybe I didn 1 {he trigger, but
          I knew.

                         FRANK
          People only know wh r,y` iV tell them.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Then tell me something. How did you
          know I wouldn't look in the wallet?

                         FRANK
          The same reason the Yankees always
          win. Nobody can keep their eyes off
          the pinstripes.

                         JOE SHAYE
          The Yankees win because they have
          Mickey Mantle.

                         FRANK
          I have to go. I'm catching a flight
          in two hours. Merry Christmas, Joe.

                         JOE SHAYE
          You didn't call to apologize, did
          you John Doe?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          62.

                         92 CONTINUED: (3) 92

                         7 FRANK
          What do you mean?

                         JOE SHAYE
          You've got no one else to call.
          Joe hangs up the phone. He cups his hands to his face, then
          stares at a picture of his WIFE AND DAUGHTER -- which sits
          on the desk in front of him.

          93 INT. - WALDORF ASTORIA HOTEL. - ROOM 93

           Frank slowly hangs up the phone. He walks over to the chair
           in the room, picks up his Pilot's Cap and puts it on.

          94 INT. - LAS VEGAS SAVINGS AND LOAN. - DAY 94

          Frank stands across from a NEW ACCOUNTS MANAGER at a LAS

          VEGAS BANK.

          NEW ACCOUNTS MANAGER
          You account balance will be three
          hundred dolls Mr. Williams. And
          these are y r emporary checks.

                         NEW AC
          Just take a deposit
          counter, then fill in
          ou wish to the amounty

                         FRANK
          I don't need to fill in my account
          number?

          NEW ACCOUNTS MANAGER
          At Nevada Savings and Loan, we treat
          our customers by name instead of by
          number.
          Frank walks over and stares at the deposit slips. He grabs A
          THICK STACK and shoves them into his coat.

          95 INT. - CAESAR'S PALACE HOTEL. - NIGHT 95


                         CLOSE ON

          A DEPOSIT SLIP AS IT'S FED INTO THE MICKER MACHINE.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          63.

                         95 CONTINUED: 95
          When the deposit slips comes through the other side, WE SEE
          a NINE DIGIT ACCOUNT NUMBER printed on the bottom. Frank
          sits on the edge of his Las Vegas hotel room -- HUNDREDS OF

          DEPOSIT SLIPS COVERING THE BED.

          96 INT. - NEVADA SAVINGS AND LOAN. - DAY 96

          Frank walks into the bank, casually switches his stack of
          deposit slips with the ones on display.

          97 INT. - FBI OFFICES. - WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY 97

          Joe Shaye uses a slide projector as he files a report in
          front of TEN AGENTS.

                         JOE SHAYE
          I'm calling it "The Switch." Next
          slide.
          The slide doesn't change.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)

                         JOE HITS

          JOE SHAYE�?� CO)
          John Doe 2172 took two red and
          fifty deposit slips from Nevada
          Savings and encoded his account number
          on the bottom of each one.

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          Wait a second, Joe. Those slips don't
          even have his name on them.

                         JOE SHAYE
          The bank scanners read the micker
          ink before they read pen ink. So
          even though those deposit slips are
          filled out correctly, each person
          who made a deposit that day was
          actually putting money into his
          account.

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          How much did he get?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -!

                         

                         

                         

                         

          64.

                         97 CONTINUED: 97

                         JOE SHAYE
          Forty-six thousand, four hundred and'
          twelve dollars. It was the second
          largest bank robbery in the history
          of Las Vegas.

          98 INT. - PAN AM BUILDING COMMISSARY. - DAY 98

           Paul Mulligan sits across from Frank eating lunch. Frank is
           dressed in school clothes and holding a notebook.

                          FRANK
           What's the fuel consumption of a 707
           in flight?

                         MULLIGAN
          Kid, I'm really not in the mood for
          this today. That damn Skywayman is
          driving me crazy. There was another
          article.

                         FRANK
          Who's The Sk an?
          Mulligan hands Frank _ f the NEW YORK TIMES.

                         UG
          Some nut flying
          posing as a Pan Am
          has devoted a weekl
          Frank stares down at the TIMES, h yes wide as he stares
          at the headline: SKYWAYMAN VISITS WASHINGTON: ELUSIVE PHONY

          STILL FLYING THE FRIENDLY SKIES.

                         FRANK
          The Skywayman...

                         MULLIGAN
          I keep telling them it's not my
          problem. He doesn't fly on Pan Am
          planes -- he flies on everybody else.
          The damn paper is in love with this
          clown -- they call him the James
          Bond of the sky.

                         FRANK
          Did you say James Bond?
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          65.

          99 INT. - MOVIE THEATER. - NIGHT 99

          Frank is sitting in a movie theater watching GOLDFINGER, his
          eyes glued to the screen. He's eating a box of popcorn, a
          big smile on his face as he stares up at SEAN CONNERY.

          100 INT_ - CLOTHING STORE. - DAY 100
          Frank is wearing a three button black suit with a sweater
          vest and narrow black tie. He's looking at himself in a full
          length mirror, with a SALESMAN standing behind him.

                         FRANK
          And you're sure this is the suit?

                         SALESMAN
          Positive. That'.s the same.one he
          wore in the movie.

                         FRANK
          Okay. I'll take three.

                         S SMAN
          Now all you a is one of those
          little Fore gny-�ts cars he drives.

                         101
          The lab is packed with AGENT re searching for a
          fingerprint match. Joe Shaye i s head from a microscope,
          rubs his eyes.

                         FOX
          Joe, I got something!
          Joe rushes over to Agent Fox, who is holding up TWO SETS OF

          FINGERPRINTS.

                         FOX (CONT'D)
          I was looking through the wanted
          criminal file, and there it was!
          Look at that!
          Joe takes the file from Fox and opens it.

                         JOE SHAYE
          The Skywayman. Holy shit, a perfect
          match.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          66.

                         101 CONTINUED: 101

                          AMDURSKY
           They describe The Skywayman as a
           thirty-year-old -- dark hair --six-
           feet -- same fucking guy!

                         JOE SHAYE
          It doesn't make any sense. A thirty-
          year-old has to register for the
          draft, which means his prints have
          to be here.

                         FOX
          Maybe there's a reason he didn't
          register. He could have a wooden leg
          for all we know. Maybe he was born
          in Peru and he's not an American

                         CITIZEN-

                         JOE SHAYE
          Maybe he's not thirty. Somebody call
          New York, get a list of juvenile
          runaways from the NYPD.
          102 EXT. - PAULA ABAGNALE'S HOME. `e_ VMIGL ISLAND. - MORNING 102
           TEN FBI AGENTS have surrounded a 4 /STORY HOME IN LONG
          ISLAND. Joe Shaye, wearing a black hat and black overcoat,
          is knocking on the door with Amdursky and Fox. Paula answers
          with a cigarette in her hand.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Good morning, ma'am, we're the FBI
          Agents who called.

                         PAULA
          Yes. I've been waiting. I hope you're
          all hungry. I made biscuits-

          103 INT. - PAULA'S HOME. - LONG ISLAND. - MORNING 103

          Paula sits on the living room couch pouring three cups of
          coffee. There is a tray of BISCUITS on the table in front of
          her.

                         PAULA
          My husband is a lawyer.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          67.

                         103 CONTINUED: 103
          Paula motions to a FRAMED PICTURE of Jack Wright.
          PAULA (cont' d)
          He advised me not to speak to you.
          So I'd appreciate it if you didn't
          mention this to him.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Of course, Ma'am. Do you have a
          current address for your ex-husband,
          Frank Abagnale?

                         PAULA
          No. He moves around a lot these days.
          How are those biscuits?

                         AMDURS KY
          Very good.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Ma'am, you filed a police report
          last year for a juvenile runaway
          named Frank Ana1e, Jr.

                         PAULA
          He's forging checks? That's why you're
          here?

                         (LAUGHING)
          Half the kids his age are on dope,
          throwing rocks at police, and you're
          scaring me to death because my son
          is forging checks?

                         JOE SHAYE
          What he's doing is a federal offense.

                         PAULA (CONT'D)
          A young boy has to eat, has to have
          a place to sleep. What do you want
          him to do? His father can't help
          him.
          Paula gets off the couch and grabs her purse.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -'

                         

                         

                         

                         

          68.

                         103 CONTINUED: (2) 103

                          PAULA (CONT'D)
          I'm working part-time now at the
          Church. Just tell me how much he
          owes and I'll pay you back.
          Paula takes out her CHECKBOOK.

                         JOE SHAYE
          So far it's about two million dollars.

          104 INT. - DALLAS BANK - DALLAS. - DAY 104 

          LUCY, one of the BANK TELLERS we met earlier, sits in her
          office. Joe Shaye and the other agents open up the BUCKLEY
          SCHOOL HIGH SCHOOL YEARBOOK. On a page marked, SOPHOMORES,
          Joe points to tiny black and white picture of Frank wearing
          a coat and tie.

                         LUCY
          Yes, Sir, that's him. But I didn't
          know he was sixteen! I swear to God
          I didn't know!
          Joe gets out of the cy , -61oses the door on Lucy and smiles
          at Amdursky and Fox.
          We got him.
          105 EXT. - JFK AIRPORT. - DAY v til "_ 105
          Frank is wearing his James Bond s1'/as she pulls up to the
          airport in a German sports car. He parks the car and jumps
          out of the convertible, leaving the keys in the ignition.

          106 INT. - JFK AIRPORT. - DAY 106

          Frank is walking through the airport, eyeing several UNIFORMED
          COPS who are scattered throughout the terminal, all holding
          the yearbook picture of FRANK. Frank sees FOUR UNDERCOVER
          COPS walking toward him, then sees TWO DETECTIVES checking
          the identification of a PAN AM PILOT.
          Frank nervously steps into the NEWSSTAND, hides behind a
          magazine rack as he slowly reaches up and takes off his
          Pilot's cap and sunglasses.

          FRANK (V.O.)
          Dear Dad. I'm no longer an airline
          pilot for Pan Am. I'm now an FBI
          Agent working undercover for the

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          69.

                         106 CONTINUED: 106
           FRANK (V.O.) (cont'd)
          United States government. How are
          you? Please get in touch with Joanna
          Carlson at Monroe High School, and
          tell her that I won't be able to go
          to the Junior Prom with her.
          Frank is staring at the cover of PLAYBOY MAGAZINE. He smiles
          as he reads the headline: RIVER BEND -- THE BEST SINGLES

          COMPLEX IN AMERICA

          107 EXT. - RIVER BEND APARTMENT COMPLEX. - ATLANTA. - DAY 107


          SUPER: ATLANTA, GEORGIA AUGUST 1964
          A sprawling APARTMENT COMPLEX that lines a picturesque golf
          course. There are two swimming pools, tennis courts, but
          most of all -- WOMEN. Everywhere you look, there are women
          walking the grounds, swimming, playing tennis.
          Frank is carrying the MICKER BANK MACHINE into his apartment,
          passing TWO WOMEN in bikinis.

          FRANK \1� (0)
          This is a micker encodifi achine.
          It's what banks use to print numbers
          on checks. I collect them.

                         WOMAN #2
          Very cool. Where's the party tonight?

                         FRANK
          I'm doing fondue at my place.

          108 INT. - FRANK'S APARTMENT. - NIGHT 108


                         CLOSE ON
          A bubbling FONDUE POT with skewers lining the rim. The
          apartment is packed with men and women who are drinking,
          smoking pot, and eating fondue.

          R.B.WOMAN #1 
          Frank, this is great fondue.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          70.

                         108 CONTINUED: 108

                         FRANK
          Thanks. Did you see my new phonograph
          system? It's reel-to-reel, the best
          sound system you can buy.
          Frank motions to the phonograph system in the living room,
          with giant speakers against the walls.

          R.B. WOMAN #2
          I still want to see that bedroom of
          yours. I hear you have thirty suits.

                         FRANK
          Thirty-one. Come on, everyone, I'll
          show you my closet!

          109 INT. - FRANK'S BEDROOM. - NIGHT 109

          Frank is standing in front of the master walk-in closet. His
          bed is round, -and there are mirrors on the ceiling.

                         FRANK
          Okay, you guyeady?
          Frank throws open his"c doors, revealing FOUR ROWS of
          SUITS, all different st all arranged by color.

          R. B. 0#1
          Whoa, look all tho

           �1�
          FRANK � no
          Some of those Manhattan le suits
          were three hundred dollars. And those
          shoes are Stacy-Adams slip-ons.

          R.B. MAN #2 
          I didn't know the FBI .paid so well.
          A drunk WOMEN comes running into the bedroom.

          R.B. WOMAN #3
          Come quick. Lance just fell into the
          conversation pit.

          110 INT. - MARIETTA GENERAL HOSPITAL. - ATLANTA. - NIGHT 110

          Frank walks through the hospital, looking into rooms, smiling
          at patients. He walks toward a RECEPTION DESK, sees a YOUNG
          DOCTOR yelling at BRENDA STRONG, 17, a thin, awkward looking
          candy striper with her hair in a bun and braces on her bottom
          teeth.

                         (CONTINUED)
          nohhic 7mno - s

                         

                         

                         

                         

          71.

                         110 CONTINUED: 110

                         YOUNG DOCTOR
          These bottles need to be labeled
          when you pick them up. Do you realize
          what would happen if they got mixed
          up -- do you understand how dangerous
          this is? Don't stand there crying,
          just nod your head and tell me you
          won't do it again!
          Brenda nods her head, quickly walks away from the Doctor and
          sits behind the RECEPTION DESK. She buries her head and starts
          to write a letter, her body still sobbing as Frank walks up
          to her.

                         FRANK
          Are you okay?
          Brenda looks up at Frank, her eyes and nose puffy from crying.
          She covers her mouth when she talks.

                         BRENDA
           i He told me to ck up the blood, so
          I did. He nev told me to label it.
          Brenda.

                         FRANK
          Brenda, I wouldn't worr-out it.
          These Doctors don't know everything.

                         BRENDA
          It's my first week. I think they'.re
          going to fire me.

                         FRANK
          No. Nobody will fire you. I'll bet
          you're good at your job.

                         BRENDA
          No, I'm not.

                         FRANK
          I'll bet if I asked you to check the
          status of my friend, Lance Applebaum,
          you could do that in a second. He
          hurt his foot tonight.
          Brenda grabs a chart, starts to read it out loud.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - f

                         

                         

                         

                         

          72.

                         110 CONTINUED: (2) 110

                         BRENDA
          Mr. Applebaum fractured his ankle.
          Doctor Ashland is treating him in
          exam seven.

                         FRANK
          See that. No problem.
          Brenda smiles, covering her mouth.

                         BRENDA
          This is the emergency chart. See the
          blue star, that means the patient
          has been diagnosed. After he's
          treated, we put a red circle here.

                         FRANK
          How do you like those braces?
          Brenda looks embarrassed as she stares at Frank.

                         BRENDA
          I guess they',okay.

                         FRANK
          Mine were bottoms. I h 'e(E hhem. I
          still have my mouth qua

                         BRENDA
          You have really nice teeth.

                         FRANK
          And you have a pretty smile.
          Brenda tries not to smile, shaking her head and covering her
          face.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          I'm serious. I think those braces
          look really good on you.
          Brenda starts to blush as she continues to write her letter.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          What are you writing?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          73.

                         110 CONTINUED: (3) 110

                         BRENDA
          A letter to Ringo.

                         FRANK
          What does it say?

                         BRENDA
          I can't tell you. I'm embarrassed.

                         FRANK
          Come on. What does it say?

                         BRENDA
          It says I love him. Pretty stupid,
          right. Ringo Starr is never going to
          read my letter.
          Frank stares at Brenda, starts to smile as she puts her letter
          in a drawer.

                         FRANK
          Brenda, do you know if they're hiring
          here at the h ital?

                         C O

          111 INT. - JOHN GRANGER'S OFFICE. - TAL. - DAY.

           Frank is sitting across from JOHN GRANGER, 60's, the HOSPITAL
          ADMINISTRATOR, who is reading over a RESUME.

                         GRANGER
          Harvard Medical School, top of your
          class, Children's Hospital of Los
          Angeles, Peace Corps volunteer in
          North Africa. A pretty impressive
          resume, Doctor Connors? Why do you
          want to work here?

                         FRANK
          I came to Atlanta to relax, to get
          away from my practice for a year.
          But to be honest, I'm a little bored
          out at River Bend.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          74.

                         111 CONTINUED: ILL

                         GRANGER
          Unfortunately, the only thing I need 
          is an emergency room supervisor for
          my midnight to eight shift, someone
          to baby-sit six interns and thirty
          nurses. But I doubt you'd be
          interested in that.

                         FRANK
          Would I get to pick my own nurses?

          112 INT. - FRANK'S APARTMENT. - RIVER BEND. - NIGHT 112

          Twenty people are partying in the living room.

          113 INT. - FRANK'S BEDROOM. 113

          Frank is lying on his bed making a phony MEDICAL SCHOOL
          DIPLOMA. He's using a HARVARD BROCHURE to guide him as he
          carefully places the STICK-ON letters on the aged paper. A
          WOMAN walks into the bedroom.

                          

          114 INT. - CONFERENCE ROOM. - DAB ^ 114

           Frank is sitting in front of DO GER and FIVE DOCTORS,
          all of whom are looking over FRAM ' FILE, which consists of
          the fake HARVARD MEDICAL SCHOOL DIPLOMA -- fake letters of
          recommendation from CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL OF LOS ANGELES, and
          a fake CALIFORNIA MEDICAL LICENSE.

                         DOCTOR GRANGER
          Doctor Connors, here is your temporary
          license, which allows you to practice
          medicine in the state of Georgia for
          up to one year. And now let me be
          the first to say, welcome to Marietta
          General.

          115 EXT. - HOSPITAL. - NIGHT 115 

          Frank is standing in front of the thirty CANDY STRIPERS,
          NURSES and INTERNS who will be working under him during the
          night shift. He wears Doctor's whites, holds a clipboard as
          he takes roll.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5-

                         

                         

                         

                         

          75.

                         115 CONTINUED: 115

                         FRANK
          Brenda Strong?
          He smiles at Brenda, who covers her mouth as she smiles back.

                         BRENDA
          Here.

                         FRANK
          Doctor Paul Ashland.

                         DOCTOR ASHLAND
          Sir... will you be taking role every
          night?

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

          116 INT. - HOSPITAL CORRIDOR. - NIGHT 116

          Frank walks down along hospital corridor holding his
          clipboard, passing sever"',, NURSES in the hall.

                         V

                         (FLIRTING
          Good evening, tJr Connors.

                         FRANK
          Button your shirt, M
          can see you bra strap. i is s a
          hospital, not a sororit

          117 INT. - FRANK'S APARTMENT. - NIGHT.

          ON A BLACK AND WHITE TV, DR. KILDARE approaches a hospital
          bed.

          DR. KILDARE (ON TV)
          Any change in the patient, Doctor
          Marks?

          DOCTOR MARKS (ON TV)
          Doctor Kildare, I think we should
          try the shock therapy before it's
          too late.
          Frank sits alone in his apartment eating popcorn and watching
          DR. KILDARE on TV.

          DOCTOR KILDARE (ON TV)
          Doctor White, do you concur?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          76.

                         117 CONTINUED: 117

           DOCTOR WHITE (ON TV)
          Yes. I concur.

          118 EXT. - FRANK'S OFFICE. - HOSPITAL. - NIGHT. 118

          The name on the office door reads FRANK CONNORS, M.D.. Frank
          sits at his desk in front of a brand new IBM ELECTRIC
          TYPEWRITER. He is making COUNTERFEIT CHECKS for himself as
          Brenda walks in holding a clipboard.

                         BRENDA
          Doctor Connors, you need to sign
          these.
          Brenda walks in and hands him the clipboard. Frank starts to
          scribble on the charts, the way Doctor's scribble out
          prescriptions.

                         BRENDA (CONT'D)
          Do you notice anything different
          about me, Doctor Connors?

                         F
          You got your �e ff! Let me see.
          Frank moves toward her, st dkA her bottom teeth.

                         BRENDA
          I kept trying to show '4 ) l night.

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

                         BRENDA'
          I keep rubbing my tongue over them.
          I can't stop. It's so slippery.

                         FRANK
          It feels good, doesn't it?

                         BRENDA
          Yes_ It feels incredible.
          Frank leans toward Brenda, gently starts to kiss her. As the
          passion increases WE HEAR the HOSPITAL P.A. SYSTEM.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          77.

                         118 CONTINUED: 118

          P.A. OPERATOR
          Doctor Connors, please come to
          Emergency. Doctor Connors to
          Emergency.
          Frank continues to kiss Brenda.

                         BRENDA
          Shouldn't you go?

                         FRANK
          There's a staff Doctor in the
          emergency ward.

                         BRENDA
          What if he's in surgery?

                         FRANK
          Do you really think I have to go?

          119 INT. - HOSPITAL ELEVATOR. - DAY 119

           Frank nervously paces i d,� he elevator, taking deep breaths
           as he tries to calm d

                          120 
           The elevator doors open, a3W Pr slowly walks into the
           EMERGENCY WARD, where Nurses rushing toward a closed
          curtain.

                         EMERGENCY N
          In here, Doctor Connors.
          Frank walks toward a closed curtain, stands in front of a
          bed and forces himself to look-'He sees a blood splattered
          sheet and three young INTERNS standing over the leg of an

          ELEVEN-YEAR-OLD BOY.

                         FRANK
          Well, what do we have here?

                         DOCTOR ASHLAND 
          Bicycle accident. A fracture of the
          tibia, about five inches below the
          patella.
          Frank stares at the boy's face, trying not to look at the
          open wound.

                         FRANK
          Doctor Hollis, do you concur?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          78.

                         120 CONTINUED: 120

                         DOCTOR HOLLIS
          Concur with what, Sir?

                         FRANK
          What Doctor Ashland just said.

                         DOCTOR HOLLIS

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

                         FRANK
          So you concur?

                         DOCTOR HOLLIS"
          Well, I'm not sure we can...

                         DOCTOR ASHLAND
          I think we should take an x-ray,
          then stitch him up and put him in a
          walking cast.

                         K
          Very good, cb?6r Ashland. You don't
          seem to hav Tm4x a ed for me. Carry
          on.

                         DOCTOR HO
          I blew it, didn't I? Wh idn't I
          concur? I panicked!

                         I

          121 INT. - HOSPITAL MEN'S ROOM. - NIGHT. 121

          Frank walks into the MEN'S ROOM, steps into an empty stall
          and immediately starts to throw up.

          122 INT. - FRANK'S APARTMENT. - RIVER BEND. - NIGHT 122

          Frank is writing a letter at his electric typewriter. He
          pulls it out and reads it over, then takes out a pen and
          signs the name RINGO STARR.

          123 INT. - HOSPITAL. - NIGHT 123

          Brenda is running through the halls holding the letter.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          79.

                         123 CONTINUED: 123

                         BRENDA
          He wrote me back. Ringo wrote me
          back! Doctor Connors, come quick! I
          got a letter from Ringo Starr, he
          signed his name and said I was his
          biggest fan!

          124 INT. - HOSPITAL CAFETERIA. - NIGHT 124 

          Frank is sitting across from Brenda in the cafeteria.

                         BRENDA
          I bought you a present.
          Brenda hands him wrapped present.

                         BRENDA (CONT'D)
          Open it.
          Frank quickly opens the box, takes out a TINY GOLD DOCTOR'S

          CADECUS.

                         (CONT'D)
          doctors wearing r
          left yours back
          ld plated.

                         BRENDA
          Now when you're walki nd the
          hospital, you'll feel l"the real
          thing.
          She pins the Cadecus on his lapel, and Frank can't help but
          smile.

                         FRANK
          Brenda, I want to go away with you.
          I'll take you anywhere you want to
          go.

                         BRENDA
          I haven't really been anywhere.

                         FRANK
          Just name the place, and we can go.
          Africa, Egypt, it doesn't matter.

                         BRENDA
          Can we go to Liverpool.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -'

                         

                         

                         

                         

          80.

                         124 CONTINUED: 124

                         FRANK
          Where's Liverpool?

                         BRENDA
          It's where the Beatles are from in
          Europe.

                         FRANK
          Okay. We'll go to Liverpool.

                         BRENDA
          You're joking, right. We're not really
          going to Liverpool, are we?

                         FRANK
          Brenda, how would you like to be
          head nurse at the hospital? is

                         BRENDA
          But I'm not a nurse. I'm a candy
          striper.

                         K
          We'll get y nurses uniform. Nobody
          will know the rence. I'll make
          the announcem`L:dri

                         V

                         BRE
          They'll laugh at m k, please
          don't make me the h e. Promise
          me you won't do that, t even
          give a shot.

                          4

                         FRANK
          Just think about it, Brenda. You and
          I could run this hospital one day.

          125 EXT. - FRANK SR.'S EASTCHESTER APARTMENT. - DAY 125

          Joe Shaye is eating a slice of pizza as he talks with the
          LANDLORD of the apartment building.

                         JOE SHAYE
          I just need to go inside and take a
          quick look around?

                         LANDLORD
          He's at work, so search all you want.
          But if you find any money in there,
          it belongs to me.
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          81.

          126 INT. - FRANK SR'S EASTCHESTER APARTMENT. - DAY 126

          Joe Shaye is walking through the two bedroom apartment.
          There's a bed pushed against the wall, stacks of drafting
          paper, envelopes, and other STATIONERY SUPPLIES lying around
          the room.
          WE SEE a black and white picture of Paula and Frank Sr.
          sitting on the front of a U.S. ARMY TANK.
          Joe takes Frank Sr.'s black briefcase off the shelf and flips
          it open. He reaches inside and pulls out a stack of POSTCARDS --
          all sent by Frank to his father. Joe smiles as he flips over
          the postcard, stares down at a picture of CLARK GABLE and

          VIVIAN LEIGH.

          127 EXTINT. - EASTCHESTER PHONE BOOTH. - DAY 127 

           Joe is inside a phone booth, dropping dimes into the slot
           and holding the POSTCARD.

                          JOE SHAYE
           He's in Atlan Sean! No, I'm not
           coming back o ashington. I'm going
           straight to G and I'll meet
           the team they hit, I'm out of
           dimes. Sean, w 3, I'm out of dimes!
          128 INT. - FRANK'S APARTMENT. - Rc JEND. - NIGHT. 128
          Frank and Brenda are lying in bb�t(c.�ther, staring at each
          other in the ceiling mirrors.

                         FRANK
          It's okay. You don't have to cry.

                         BRENDA
          I'm sorry, I just can't do this.

                         FRANK
          Brenda, it's okay. I don't care about
          you being a virgin. I can wait.

                         BRENDA
          I want to sleep with you. I really
          do.
          Brenda sits up, starts getting dressed.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          82.

                         128 CONTINUED: 128

                          BRENDA (CONT'D)
          I haven't told you the truth. I'm
          not a virgin. I had an abortion two
          years ago. My parents found out and
          kicked me out of the house.
          Brenda covers her face with a pillow, starts to cry.

                         BRENDA (CONT'D)
          I had an abortion, and they said I
          wasn't their daughter anymore.

                         FRANK
          It's okay.

                         BRENDA
          Then a few months ago they apologized
          and said I was their daughter, but I
          couldn't come home for awhile. I'm
          so sorry, Frank, please don't be
          mad.

                          BREN 10
          I ask them all the but they
          won't let me come h M Y Da d'
          a lawyer, and he and this
          contract. He calls it a al
          agreement.

                         FRANK
          What if you were engaged to a doctor,
          would that change anything?
          Brenda removes the pillow from her face, stares at Frank.

                         BRENDA
          What?

                         FRANK
          What if I went to your parents, spoke
          to your father and asked his
          permission to marry you?

                         BRENDA
          Don't tease me, Frank.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          83.

                         128 CONTINUED: (2) 128

                         FRANK
          I'm not teasing.

                         BRENDA
          You would go home with me to New
          Orleans?

                         FRANK
          We can leave right now, never come
          back.

          129 INT. - RIVER BEND APARTMENT COMPLEX. - ATLANTA. - NIGHT 129

          TEN FBI AGENTS burst through the doors of Frank's apartment.
          Joe Shaye is out front, leading the men inside with his guns
          drawn.

                         FBI AGENT
          We're clear. It's empty.
          There's a fondue pot in the kitchen, bean bag chairs in the
          living room. Joe walks over to the wall -- stares at the
          framed HARVARD MEDICAL OkHOOL DIPLOMA.

          130 EXT. - MARIETTA HOSPITAL/�7;NIGHT 130

           TEN POLICE CARS, sirens �' n g , pull up to the front of the
           hospital. JOE SHAYE and hi Gn %ump out of sedan, sprint
           into the hospital.

          131 INT. - HOSPITAL. - NIGHT "Y (Q) 131

           Joe Shaye is leading an army of cops down a hallway, holding ;I
          the Harvard Diploma in his hand. They make their way to the
          front of a door marked: FRANK CONNORS, M.D..

                         JOE SHAYE
          Okay. Kick it in.
          The Agents kick down the door, and Joe Shaye walks into the
          office, stares at an electric typewriter that is humming on
          the desk.

          132 EXT. - BRENDA'S PARENTS' HOUSE. - NEW ORLEANS. - NIGHT 132

          A WHITE CADILLAC is parked in the driveway of a large, two
          story house.
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          84.

          133 INT. - BRENDA'S PARENTS' HOUSE. - NIGHT 133

          Frank, dressed in a plain white suit, sits at the dinner
          table with Brenda and her parents, ROBERT and CAROL STRONG.
          The house is old and warm, the table jammed with food.

                         ROBERT
          Doctor Connors, are you a Lutheran?

                         FRANK
          Yes, Sir. I'm a Lutheran.

                         CAROL
          Have you been to New Orleans before,
          Doctor?

                         FRANK
          No, Ma'am. This is my first time.
          And please, call me Frank.

                         ROBERT
          Frank, would you like to say grace?
          Frank stares at Brend ah her parents, who bow their heads.
          He hesitates for a B T, WE SEE that he has no idea how
          to say grace.
          ROBETc `'''c d)
          Unless you're not i V able.
          Brenda peeks at Frank, who close 2 )eyes and bows his head.

                         FRANK
          Two little mice fell in a bucket of
          cream. The first mouse gave up and
          drowned, but the second mouse
          struggled so hard that he churned
          that cream into butter -- and he
          walked out. Amen.
          They all lift their heads, clearly impressed. Robert turns
          to Frank and smiles.

                         CAROL
          Amen. That was beautiful.
          Frank turns to Brenda, gives her a wink.

          134 INT. - BRENDA'S PARENTS' HOUSE. - LIBRARY. - NIGHT 134

          Frank stands next to Robert in the library, the two men
          sipping brandy as they stare at some paintings on the walls.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          85.

                         134 CONTINUED: 134

                         FRANK
          Who is this?

                         ROBERT
          President Johnson.

                         FRANK
          Right. That's very good, Sir.

                         ROBERT
          It's just a hobby. Every Sunday night
          I go into the garage, pretend I'm an
          artist. Sometimes I stay in there
          for hours, hiding from the world,
          making a fool out of myself.

                         FRANK
          No, Sir. You are an artist.

                         ROBERT
          What about you, Frank? Where do you
          go when you need to hide?

                         ROBERT
          Have you decided whic
          want to work at here in

                         A

                         FRANK
          To be honest, I've been thinking
          about getting back into law.

                         ROBERT
          What do you mean? Are you a lawyer
          or a doctor?

                         FRANK
          Before I went to medical school I
          passed the bar in California. I
          practiced law for a year, then decided
          to try my hand at pediatrics.

                         ROBERT
          A doctor and a lawyer. I'd say Brenda
          hit the jackpot. Where did you go to
          law school?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          86.

                         134 CONTINUED: (2) 134

                         FRANK
          Berkeley.

                         ROBERT
          Berkeley. Well, now she's hit the
          Irish Sweepstakes. Would you be
          interested in coming to work for an
          old man who barely made his way
          through Stanford. My office is
          desperate for Assistant Prosecutors.

                         FRANK
          You would give me a job?

                         ROBERT
          If you're going to marry Brenda,
          it's the least I can do.

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

          135 INT. - STATE BAR EXAMINE OFFICE. - NEW ORLEANS. - DAY 135


                          CLOSE ON
           BERKELEY TRANSCRIPTS, co e e with Berkeley Logo and
           stationery. Frank hands m th oc ents to a WOMAN sitting
           behind a desk, who hands him WUISIANA BAR EXAM.

                          BAR EXAMI
           Good luck, Mister Conno
          136 INT. - AIR FRANCE PLANE. - DAY 136 it

           SUPER: DECEMBER 26. 1967. AIR FRANCE FLIGHT 676.
          Joe Shaye is sitting next to a handcuffed Frank at the back
          of the plane. Amdursky and Fox are sitting across from them.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Look at that. They show movies on
          planes now. What's next?
          Frank and Joe stare at a small MOVIE SCREEN thirty rows in
          front of them.

                         FRANK
          Are you gonna eat that eclair?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Yeah. I'm gonna eat it later.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          87.

                         136 CONTINUED: 136

                         FRANK
          Do you want to split it?

                         JOE SHAYE
          No.
          Joe moves his eclair away from Frank.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          You know what I could never figure
          out, Frank? How you cheated on the
          bar exam in Louisiana.

                         FRANK
          What's the difference?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Did you have somebody else take the
          test for you?

                         FRANK
          I'm going to prison for a long time,
          Joe? What's t)1 difference?

          137 INT. - LOUISIANA DISTRICT ATTORNE OFFICE - DAY 137


                         III
          Frank wears a new TAN SUIT and holds a TAN BRIEFCASE as he
          walks through the busy law office with Brenda's father.

                         ROBERT
          You'll be working under Phillip Rigby
          in corporate law, handling small
          claims made against the state,
          trespass-to-try-title suits, most of
          it won't get past a pre-trial motion.
          Frank looks down at his desk, picks up the nameplate which
          reads: FRANK CONNORS, ASSISTANT PROSECUTOR.

                         ROBERT (CONT'D)
          Why don't you settle in, organize
          your desk. We're having lunch with
          the District Attorney and Governor
          Davey at twelve-thirty.
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          88.

          138 INT. - BRENDA'S PARENTS' HOUSE. - NIGHT 138

          Frank, Brenda, Robert and Carol are eating popcorn and
          watching an episode of PERRY MASON on a black and white TV.

          RAYMOND BURR (ON TV)
          But if you were at your office on
          the day of the murder, Mr. Darius,
          then how could you know your wife
          had left the gate open? Your honor,
          ladies and gentleman of the jury,
          this is irrefutable evidence that
          the defendant is lying!

          139 INT. - NEW ORLEANS COURTROOM. - DAY 139

          Frank stands in a small, empty courtroom, presenting a case
          before a JUDGE AT A PRE-TRIAL HEARING.

                         FRANK
          I have four letters in my hand that
          were sent to the defendant's
          apartment, ea one warning him that
          his buildin to be sprayed with
          insecticide, at he should cover
          his belonging o honor, ladies
          and gentleman t e jury, this is
          irrefutable evid e tat the
          defendant is lying

                         JUDGE
          Mister Connors, this is reliminary
          hearing. There's no defendant, no
          jury, it's just me. What the hell is
          wrong with you?

          140 INT. - NEW ORLEANS COURTROOM CORRIDOR. - DAY 140 

          Frank walks out of the courtroom, where Robert is waiting
          for him.

                         ROBERT
          Well?
          Frank starts to smile.

                         FRANK
          Case dismissed!
          Frank shakes Robert's hand, and Robert pulls him close and
          "' gives him a hug.
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          89.

          141 EXT. - NEW ORLEANS GARDEN DISTRICT. - DAY 141

          Frank is covering Brenda's eyes with his hands as he slowly
          walks her toward the front door of a LARGE HOUSE.

                         FRANK
          Okay. Reach your hand out and feel
          that. What do you think it is?
          Brenda reaches out and touches a DOORKNOB.

                         BRENDA
          What is it, Frank?

                         FRANK
          It's our front door. I made an offer
          today.
          Frank removes his hands, and Brenda looks up at the giant,
          six bedroom house that sits on a cul-de-sac.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          What do you t)k?

                         BRENDA
          It's so big. Are you h e(Q can
          afford it?

                         FRANK
          We're gonna have it all, Brenda.

                         BRENDA
          But where will we get the money for
          a house like this?

                         FRANK
          The same place everyone gets it. The
          bank.

          142 EXT. - FRANK'S CADILLAC. -- NIGHT. 142 

          Frank is parked in front of the airport. He turns to Brenda
          and gives her a kiss.

                         BRENDA
          Why do you have to go?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -'.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          90.

                         142 CONTINUED: 142

                         FRANK
          I agreed to speak at this medical
          conference six months ago. Your father
          understands.
          Frank grabs his briefcase and gets out of the car.

                         BRENDA
          Why can't I go with you?

                         FRANK
          Next time. I promise.

          143 INT. - AIRPORT. - NIGHT 143 

           Frank walks into the airport, immediately goes to the MEN'S

           ROOM.

          144 INT. - AIRPORT MEN'S ROOM. - NIGHT 144 

           Frank opens his briefcase, pulls out his PILOT'S UNIFORM.

          145 INT. - PRINTING SUPPLY P. - NEW JERSEY. - DAY 145

           Frank wears a black s a PAN AM pin on the lapel. He
           stands with the OWNER o e?RINT SHOP.

                          FRAN
           As I stated on the Pan Am has
           been unhappy for so t about the
           quality of their expe cks.
           we're looking for a new m to handle
          the printing.

          PRINT SHOP OWNER
          How large would the order be?

                         FRANK
          About twenty thousand checks a year.

          PRINT SHOP OWNER
          Oh, God, I want that account.
          What do I have to do to get it?

                         FRANK
          For starters, why don't you show me
          how you make your checks.

          146 INT. - NEW YORK OFFICE BUILDING. - DAY 146

          TWO DELIVERY MEN are carrying an I-TEK camera into a small
          office, where Frank is setting up a large PASTE-UP BOARD.

                         (CONTINUED)
          tlahhia Tana . 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          91.

                         146 CONTINUED: 146

                         FRANK
          Just put it anywhere.
          They set the camera down, AND WE SLOWLY PULL BACK, see that
          Frank has turned this office into his own print shop-

                         DELIVERY MAN
          This stuff is heavy. What kind of
          business you in?

                         FRANK
          I make checks for Pan Am.
          Frank motions out the window, where WE SEE THE PAN AM BUILDING
          directly across the street.

          147 INT. - FRANK'S NEW YORK OFFICE. - LATE 147

          Frank is working at the paste-up board, making a 16-by-24
          inch copy of a PAN AM EXPENSE CHECK.
          WE WATCH AS he takes the check and places it directly under
          the lens of the I-TEK C RA.

                         M
          The PLATE ENGRAVING i fib around the drum of the small

                         PRINTING PRESS-

                         CLOSE ON
          A PAPER CUTER SLICING the edg no<`'A newly printed PAN AM

          EXPENSE CHECK.

          148 INT. - FBI BUILDING. - WASHINGTON D.C. 148


           SUPER: NOVEMBER, 1965
          A large, smoked filled conference room, the drapes closed to
          block the afternoon sun. JOE SHAYE holds one of Frank's new
          checks as he stands before FBI DIRECTOR MARSH, who sits at
          the head of a long table. Deputy Director Deevers handles
          the introductions.

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          Sir, I've called this briefing to
          update you on the Frank Abagnale
          situation.

                         DIRECTOR MARSH
          Who?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          92.

                         148 CONTINUED: 148

                         7

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          The Skywayman. Agent Shaye from bank
          fraud has been the point man on this
          case, and I'll let him fill you in.
          Joe walks to the front of the room, stands in front of a

          SLIDE PROJECTOR.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Director Marsh, Frank Abagnale is no
          longer forging checks. He's moved
          on to counterfeiting, making his own
          Pan Am expense checks from scratch.
          Next slide.
          The slide changes.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          The amounts have increased to almost
          one thousand dollars per check, and
          the quality, as you can see, is
          virtually flawless.

                         CTOR MARSH
          How much ha' glen so far?

                         JOE' E
          Our latest estim of about three
          and a half million s. He's now
          the most successful bber in
          the history of the Un ates.
          DIRECTOR MARSH is holding one of Frank's checks, running his
          hands along the printed blue and white surface.

                         DIRECTOR MARSH
          And how close are you to getting
          him?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Sir, with your help I feel an arrest
          could come at any time. We believe
          he could be in New Orleans.

                         DIRECTOR MARSH
          I'll give you thirty more agents and
          I'll bump him up to the ten most
          wanted list.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          93.

                         148 CONTINUED: (2) 148

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          Sir, he's only seventeen-years-old.
          We've never put a child on the ten
          most wanted list before. What are we
          gonna tell the President?

                         DIRECTOR MARSH
          The President keeps his money in a
          bank. We'll tell him he's fair game
          like the rest of us.

          149 INT. - VILLAGE INN BAR. - AFTERNOON 149

          Frank walks into the bar wearing a black suit. He sees his
          father sitting in the corner wearing a POSTAL UNIFORM and
          drinking a beer. The place is filled with the afternoon
          regulars, all watching TV. Frank walks up to his Dad and
          sets a DIME in front of him.

                         FRANK
          How about a little music, Dad?

          FRANK SR.
          I took a job. A government job. You
          see what I'm doing? Do you have a
          good lawyer?

                         FRANK
          Dad, I am a lawyer.

          FRANK SR.
          Look at this letter.
          (handing Frank a letter)
          They kicked me out. They took away
          my membership at the Rotary Club.
          They accused me of terrible things,
          made up a list of lies just to keep
          me out. I'm gonna sue them, a lifetime
          membership is what I have. I have
          the plaque, the letters of
          congratulations.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -'.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          94.

                         149 CONTINUED: 149

                         FRANK
          Has Mom seen you dressed like that?

          FRANK SR.
          Your mother doesn't know what she
          wants.

                         FRANK
          We'll go out together and get you a
          suit. A new black suit. One of those
          Manhattan Eagle three button black
          pearls.

          FRANK SR.
          Those are nice. We'll have a drink
          first.

                         FRANK
          Dad, I'm getting married in two weeks-
          I'm buying a sixty thousand dollar
          house, a new Cadillac. I'm getting
          it all back, everything they took
          from us. I wa you and Mom to come
          to the wedd' g ogether.

                         FRANK
          You have to ask herd o ve to
          fight for her. Prom is Q u won't
          let her see you dressed a this.

          FRANK SR.
          She won't come, because she just had
          a baby.
          Frank stares at his father for a long BEAT.
          FRANK SR. (cont'd)
          A little girl. She had a little girl.

          150 INT. - MIDWAY AIRLINES COCKPIT. - NIGHT 150

          Frank is clearly upset as he sits in the jump-seat, lost in
          thought. The PILOT gets out of his seat, turns back to Frank.

                         PILOT
          Were leveled off. You mind taking
          her for a minute, I need to use the
          bathroom.

                         (CONTINUED)
          r,, hhin 7rnn _ r+

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         95_

                         150 CONTINUED: 150
          Frank stares at the empty seat as the Pilot moves past him.

                         FRANK
          Wait. What are you doing?

                         PILOT
          I need five minutes. I'd do it for
          you.
          The Pilot walks out of the cockpit, and Frank turns to the

          CO-PILOT.

                         FRANK
          He left .

                         CO-PILOT
          He's got an ulcer.
          Frank gets out of the JUMP-SEAT, walks over and sits in the
          PILOT'S SEAT. He looks at the instruments, the WHEEL moving
          on it's own in front of him.
           Frank stares out the front wir�r2>;s w' p the cockpit -- the
          blackness in front of him - - hi starting to shake as
           he slowly reaches up and puts his ds on the wheel --

                         14

                         FRANK
          Okay. Shut it off.
          The Auto-Pilot flips the switch, and Frank holds on for dear
          life as he flies the plane into the darkness.

          151 INT. - JOE SHAYE'S OFFICE. - NIGHT 151

           Joe is sleeping in the chair in his office. The phone rings,
           and he quickly answers.

           JOE SHAYE (ON PHONE)
           This is Shaye.

                         INTERCUT WITH
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          96.
          l f 152 INT. AIRPORT. - NIGHT 152 

                         FRANK
          Hello, Joe. Merry Christmas.
          Joe grabs a pad and pencil.

                         JOE SHAYE
          I thought you might call. Where are
          you?

                         FRANK
          I don't know, exactly. An airport
          somewhere.

                         JOE SHAYE
          What do you want, Doctor Connors?

                         FRANK
          Joe, I haven't been Doctor Connors
          for months now.

                         SHAYE
          Fuck you. I' fitting here in my
          office on C r -Eve, so just
          tell me what o

                         FRAN
          It's over. I want ver now.
          I'm getting married.' �Vttling
          down.

                         JOE SHAYE
          You've stolen four million dollars. t
          You think we're just gonna call it a
          wedding present? This isn't something
          you get to walk away from, Frank.

                         FRANK
          I want to call a truce

                         JOE SHAYE
          There is no truce. You will be caught,
          and you will go to prison. Where did
          you think this was going?

                         FRANK
          Please, leave me alone, Joe. I don't
          want to do it anymore. Don't make me
          do it anymore-

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          97.

                         152 CONTINUED: 152

                         JOE SHAYE
          I'm close aren't I? You're scared
          because I'm getting close. How close
          am I?

                         FRANK
          Will you stop chasing me?

                         JOE SHAYE
          I can't stop. This is my job.

                         FRANK
          It's okay, Joe. I just thought I'd
          ask.

          153 INT. - NEW ORLEANS BALLROOM. - FRENCH QUARTER. - NIGHT 153

          MARDI GRAS is in full swing.
          A crush of people walking down BOURBON STREET. Joe Shaye is
          pushing through the crowd of people, Amdursky and Fox next
          to him as he makes his way into the crowd.
          Joe motions behind hiWM'fere TWENTY AGENTS quickly split up
          and start walking thr ugh Quarter.

          CLOSE ON FRANK
          Standing on a HOTEL BALCONY aft ourbon Street, wearing a
          MASK and watching the FBI AG EIS hey move through the
          French Quarter.
          JOE SHAYE turns and looks up at the balcony, staring right
          at Frank for a BEAT before he continues through the chaos.

          154 INT. - HOTEL BALLROOM. - DAY 154

           An ENGAGEMENT PARTY is going on - - A HUNDRED PEOPLE IN
           ELABORATE COSTUMES AND GOWNS. Brenda, dressed in a mask and
           corset, is standing with some girlfriends -- showing them
           her engagement ring.
          Frank takes off his mask, and WE SEE the fear in his eyes-as
          he walks over to Brenda.

                         FRANK
          Come with me.
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          98.

          155 INT. - COAT ROOM. - NEW ORLEANS HOTEL BALLROOM.. - NIGHT 155 

          Frank pulls Brenda into the COAT ROOM. They are surrounded
          by fur coats, expensive black overcoats, a row of black hats.
          Brenda kisses him.

                         BRENDA
          Frank, can you believe this party is
          for us?

                         FRANK
          We have to leave, Brenda. You love
          me, right? I mean, you would love me
          no matter what?

                         BRENDA
          Of course.

                         FRANK
          If I was poor, or sick, or if T' had
          a different name.
          A name means n i g, right? My
          name is Frank Co �s. That's who I
          am with you. We al secrets.
          Sometimes when I tr 1 use the
          name Frank Williams t r� my secret.

                         BRENDA
          Frank Williams?

                         FRANK
          It means nothing -- Frank Williams,
          Frank Black -- when I'm with you,
          I'm Frank Connors -- that's all that
          matters.

                         BRENDA
          Why are you saying this?

                         FRANK
          Brenda, I don't want to lie anymore.
          I'm not a doctor. I never went to
          medical school.
          Brenda smiles, thinks he's joking.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          99.

                         155 CONTINUED: 155

                          FRANK (CONT'D)
          And 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 sixteen.

                         BRENDA
          Stop teasing me, Frank. You're Frank
          Connors, right? You're Frank Connors
          and you're 28-years-old. Why would
          you lie to me?
          Brenda turns to Frank, trying not to get upset.

                         BRENDA (CONT'D)
          Frank, what's your name? I want you
          to tell me your name.

                         FRANK
          We'll go to Liverpool. We can live
          there, Brenda, you and I can live
          wherever we want. I have money, enough
          for the rest our lives. But you're
          gonna have ust me. Do you trust
          me? Do you 1ov,
          I love you.

                          FRANK
          No matter what. Even ave to
          live in Liverpool, or I a
          different name -- you'll still love

                         II
          me?

                         BRENDA

                         (UPSET)
          I love you, Frank. I love you.

                          FRANK
          But we'll never tell anyone the truth.
          You can't tell you parents.

                         BRENDA
          No. We won't tell anyone. And we'll
          go away. I don't care if I ever see
          my parents again. I just want to be
          with you.

                         FRANK
          We'll leave tonight.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          100.

                         155 CONTINUED: (2) 155

                         BRENDA
          But the wedding is next month. It's
          all planned. We can leave right after
          the reception, just like a honeymoon.

                         FRANK
          No, we have to leave today. I'll
          pick you up at your parents house in
          two hours.

                         BRENDA
          Two hours?

                         FRANK
          We'll get married in Liverpool. Would
          you like that?

                         BRENDA
          Yes. I love you, Frank. But please,
          before we go -- tell me your name.

          156 INT. - FRANK'S APARTMENT. - NEW ORLEANS. - NIGHT 156

           Frank is packing a su e with HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS. He is
           trying to get the sui close, sitting on top of it --
           the money spilling out s.

                          157
           A heavy rain is falling as Fr es toward Brenda's
           parents' house. As he turns ont street, HE SEES FIVE
           PATROL CARS parked in front of th use. Neighbors have
          lined the street, and TWO STATE TROOPERS are guarding the
          front of the house with SHOTGUNS.
          FRANK stops the car, stares in stunned disbelief at the police
          in front of the house.
          Sirens are wailing in the distance as Frank puts his head on
          the steering wheel and closes his eyes.

          158 INT. - BRENDA'S PARENTS' HOUSE. - NIGHT. 158

          Robert and Carol are sitting in the living room with Brenda,
          holding her in their arms as two POLICE OFFICERS stand across
          from them. Brenda is crying, holding her cat as Joe Shaye
          kneels in front of her.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Hello, Brenda. My name is Joe Shaye,
          and I'm with the FBI.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          101.

                         158 CONTINUED: 158
          Brenda keeps her face buried in her father's shirt.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          That's a pretty cat. What's his
          name?

                         BRENDA
          Ringo.

                         JOE SHAYE
          I know this is all a bit scary, but
          I need you to tell me where Frank is
          going. A lot of people are looking
          for him out there, and the last thing
          we want is for Frank to get hurt.
          And I swear to you, Brenda, if you
          tell me where he's going -- I'll
          keep him safe.

                         BRENDA
          You promise?

                         J SHAPE
          Yes. I prom" e Just tell me where
          he's going.
           Liverpool.

          159 INT. - NEW ORLEANS AIRPORT. 159 

           Frank is walking through an airpo /He rushes over to a TWA
          TICKET COUNTER that is closing down for the night.

                         FRANK
          Are there any more flights tonight?

                         TICKET AGENT
          I'm sorry, Sir, there's nothing until
          morning. This airport shuts down at
          eleven.

          160 INT. - FBI OFFICES. - MIAMI. - DAY 160

          Joe Shaye stands in front of TWENTY FBI AGENTS, pacing.

                         JOE SHAYE
          We have to stop him before he leaves
          the country. I want everyone we have
          inside Miami International. He's
          used that airport before, he knows

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          102.

                         160 CONTINUED: 160
           JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          the layout. One way or another, he'll
          end up there.

                         FOX
          He doesn't have a passport, Joe.

                         JOE SHAYE
          In the last six months he's gone to
          Harvard and Berkeley -- I'm betting
          he can get a passport.

                         AMDURSKY
          I already talked to the Miami police,
          they've offered fifty uniformed cops
          in two shifts of twenty-five.

                         FOX
          Joe, with our guys that's almost a
          hundred men in one airport. Don't
          you think we should spread it around.

                         SHAYE
           No. Miami i h'ff exit point. Now all
           we have to o tch him.

          161 INT. - HALL OF RECORDS. " I I - DAY 161 


                         0
          Frank walks into the HALL OF

                         FRANK
          Excuse me. Where do you p the
          death records?

          162 INT. - STATE DEATH RECORDS ARCHIVE ROOM. - DAY 162

           Frank is looking through a thick book. All of the entries
           are for 1938, and Frank is quickly scanning pages. He stops
           when he sees the following entry.

           FRANK TAYLOR BORN DEC. 3. 1938. DIED DEC. 8 1938.

           AGE -- FIVE DAYS. MOTHER'S MAIDEN NAME - PENNER.

          163 INT. - BIRTH CERTIFICATE OFFICES. - CITY HALL. 163

          Frank walks up to a window at MIAMI CITY HALL and smiles at
          the WOMAN behind the counter.

                         FRANK
          Hello. I'd like to get a copy of my
          birth certificate, please.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          103.

                         163 CONTINUED: 163

          CITY HALL WOMAN
          I'll need your name, date of birth,
          mother's maiden name and the county
          and hospital you were born in_

                         FRANK
          The name is Frank Taylor. I was born
           December 3, 1938, in Tampa.

          164 INT. - PASSPORT OFFICE. - FEDERAL BUILDING. - MIAMI. 164

          Frank walks up to the window at the passport office.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          I'd like to get a passport, please.

          PASSPORT EMPLOYEE 11.
          Have you ever had a passport before?

                         FRANK
          Never.

          P PORT EMPLOYEE
          I'll need a 0 0 of your birth
          certificate.

           F \\ /,
          I brought it wit h=- �Si�
          Frank takes the birth certifi ed' of his pocket and sets
          it on the counter.

                          FRANK (CONT'D)
          Will this take long. I'm trying to
          catch a flight.

          165 INT. - FONTAINEBLEAU HOTEL. - MIAMI. - DAY 165


          A NEW PASSPORT
          sits on a desk in the plush, PENTHOUSE SUITE of the
          FONTAINEBLEAU HOTEL. Frank stands at the window looking out
          at a perfect Miami sunset as he talks on the phone.

          FRANK (ON PHONE)
          This is Frank Taylor, and 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.
          Debbie Zane - '•

                         

                         

                         

                         

          104.

          166 EXT. - UNIVERSITY OF MIAMI. - DAY 166

          Frank wears his pilots uniform and carries a black briefcase
          as he walks past a group of students who are protesting the
          war.

          167 INT. - GYMNASIUM. - UNIVERSITY OF MIAMI. - DAY 167

          Three hundred students, ALL FEMALE, sit on the bleachers of
          a gymnasium staring up at MR. HENDRICKS, the DIRECTOR OF

          STUDENT PLACEMENT.

          MR. HENDRICKS
          Ladies, quiet down, please. As you
          all know, Pan Am has sent 'a pilot
          here to interview prospective
          stewardesses for a new Summer
          internship program. This is Captain
          Taylor, and he'll be talking to you
          today.
          Frank stands in front of the girls, who suddenly get very
          quiet.

                         F
           Thank you all ing. At the end
           of the day Ill icking eight
           young ladies to of Pan Am's
           first "future stew ' flight
           crew program. Thes Ai girls
          will accompany me on onth
           public relations tour o rope this
          Summer, where they will learn first
          hand what it takes to be a Pan Am
          stewardess.

          168 EXT. - MIAMI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. - DAY 168

          WE SEE FBI AGENTS, UNIFORMED COPS, UNDERCOVER COPS and local
          detectives all taking their positions in and around the
          airport. it looks like they're preparing for war, and Joe
          Shaye is in the middle of it all.

          169 INT. - INTERVIEW ROOM. - UNIVERSITY OF MIAMI. - DAY 169

          Frank sits behind a desk holding a notebook as he INTERVIEWS
          a young FEMALE STUDENT.

                         FRANK
          Judy, what does the word "abroad"
          mean to you?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          105.

                         169 CONTINUED: 169

                         JUDY
          When I hear the word abroad, I think
          of crossing the ocean and traveling
          to distant lands.

                         FRANK
          Thank you.

          170 INT. - INTERVIEW ROOM. - LATE 170

          Frank has drawn a picture of an AIRPLANE ON A CHALKBOARD. He
          is pointing to various sections of the plane.

                         FRANK
          And what's this, Monica?

                         MONICA
          The wing.

                         FRANK
          Very good- And this?
          The tail.
          Excellent.

          171 INT. - GYMNASIUM. - DAY 171

          This is the moment of truth. Al ` - We0birls are standing, and
          Frank is reading from a list.

                         FRANK
          Debra Jo McMillian.
          DEBRA JO comes screaming out from the sea of girls, hugging
          friends and crying as if she had just won the Ms. America
          Pageant.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          Heather Shack.
          HEATHER SHACK screams and rushes into Debra Jo's arms, the
          two girls screaming as Frank continues to announce the
          winners.

          172 EXT. - MIAMI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. - DAY 172

          Miami Police Officers are spread out in front of the airport,
          looking bored as they drink coffee and pace back and forth.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          106.

                         172 CONTINUED: 172
          A STATION WAGON pulls up to the front of the airport, and
          TWO COPS WATCH as EIGHT BEAUTIFUL COLLEGE GIRLS walk out,
          all dressed as flight attendants, all holding luggage.
          The cops never even glance at Frank, who stands in the middle
          of the girls as they walk into the airport.

          173 INT_ - MIAMI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. - DAY 173
          Frank walks through the packed terminal surrounded by the
          EIGHT GIRLS, all walking in stride, their hair and make-up
          perfect, every man in the airport turning to stare.
          Frank and the girls walk past TWO FBI AGENTS, who can't help
          but smile at the girls -- who in turn smile back.

          FBI AGENT #1'
          Did you see that blonde in front?

                         FBI AGENT #2
          I should've been a pilot.

          174 INT. - MIAMI AIRPORT COE SHOP. - DAY 174 

           Joe Shaye is sitting '1n FEE SHOP that looks down over
           the entire INTERNATIONA R 1AL. HE HEARS an announcement
           over the airport P.A. sy

           P.A. O (V.0.)
           Will Mr. Joe Shaye k a white
           courtesy phone. Mr. J e, please
           pick up a white courtes one.
          in the distance, JOE watches as the eight girls walk toward
          him. He hesitates for a BEAT, then walks to the back of the
          restaurant and finds a WHITE PHONE.

                         JOE SHAYE
          This is Shaye.

                          INTERCUT WITH 

          175 INT. - MIAMI AIRPORT TICKETING AREA. - DAY 175 


                         AMDURSKY
          Joe, you're walkie talkie wasn't
          working. There's a guy in a Pan Am
          uniform sitting in a white Cadillac
          in front of terminal J!

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          107.

                         175 CONTINUED: 175

                         JOE SHAYE
          That's the charter terminal. Can you'
          see his face?

                         AMDURSKY
          He's got his Pilot's cap on. I think
          it's him!

          176 INT. - AIRPORT. - DAY 176

          Joe Shaye is running through the airport, sprinting past
          Frank and the college girls as he makes his way outside.

          177 EXT. - MIAMI AIRPORT - WHITE CADILLAC. - DAY 177 

          FORTY FBI AGENTS and MIAMI POLICE OFFICERS slowly approach
          the white Cadillac. Joe Shaye has his gun drawn.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Frank, get out of the car! Put your
          hands on the hood! There's no place
          to run, so just make it easy on
          yourself!
          The car door opens, aMd YEAR-OLD kid gets out of the
          car, his hands shaking s e(jtares at Joe -- the pilot's
          cap falling off his head.

                         KID
          Don't shoot me ! I ' m\§ ,s` ' ,driver!
          A man paid me a hundr ars to
          wear this uniform and p someone
          up at the airport!

                         II

                         JOE SHAYE
          who are you picking up?

                         KID
          Joe Shaye.
          Joe lowers his gun, immediately turns back toward theairport --
          watches as a BRITISH AIRWAYS JET takes off and flies overhead,
          banking left and sailing out over the ocean.

          178 INT. - JOE SHAYE'S OFFICE. - WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY 178

          Snow is falling outside Joe's office window, which overlooks
          a parking lot. Joe sits at his desk staring down at some
          COUNTERFEIT CHECKS. A SECRETARY WALKS in and hands him an
          envelope.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          108.

                         178 CONTINUED: 178

                         SECRETARY
          This just came for you, Sir. Who do
          you know in Liverpool?
          Joe takes the envelope and slowly opens it. He pulls out a
          stack of BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOGRAPHS, all of which show the
          EIGHT COLLEGE GIRLS in various locations. There are shots of
          them on the SPANISH STEPS IN ROME, at the EIFFEL TOWER, in
          front of BUCKINGHAM PALACE, and in front of SCOTLAND YARD.
          A POSTCARD OF THE MONA LISA is inside the envelope, with the
          words "WISH YOU WERE HERE" written across the back.

          179 EXT. - MONTPELIER FRANCE. - DAY 179

          The vineyards of Montpelier stretch across the Bas Languedoc
          valley, where tourists drive through on their way to the
          Mediterranean. Frank is eating an ice cream as he walks down
          the main street, the shops and restaurants open and busy for
          the summer. Frank stops a DELIVERY BOY on a bicycle.

                         FRANK
          Excuse me. Do u know where the
           Lavalier fa lives?

          180 EXT. - LAVALIER HOME. 180

          Frank is knocking on the dbe Oo the main house of a small
          vineyard. MONIQUE LAVALIER, answers the front door
          holding a baby.

                         FRANK
          Hello. Do you speak English?
          Monique nods.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          My name is Frank. My mother is Paula
          Lavalier. I was hoping to find my
          family.
          Monique takes Frank by the hand, starts to smile.

                         MONIQUE
          I am Monique, your aunt.
          Monique hugs him, kisses his cheeks.

                         MONIQUE (CONT'D)

                         (IN FRENCH)
          Pappa! Paula's boy is here!
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          109.

          181 INT. - LAVALIER HOME. - DINNER TABLE. - LATE 181

          The entire family is sitting around the dinner table, staring
          at Frank as he takes a sip of wine.

                         FRANK
          It's very good wine.
          The family starts to laugh at him.

                         FRANK (CONT'D)
          What?

                         MARCEL
          The wine here is shit. This valley
          only grows shit wine. It is used for
          stretching.

                         FRANK
          What's stretching?

                         MONIQUE
          They send our ne by truck to the
          famous vine r of Bordeaux and
          Burgundy, a d mix it with the
          good wine to r (he people.

                         PAPP
          The Americans thi
          only the best. But
          drinking the shit fro
          Everyone laughs hysterically, and Frank joins in, the family
          laughing together as they eat Sunday dinner.

          182 INT. - LAVALIER HOME. - NIGHT. 182

          Frank is sitting in the living room staring at a photo album.
          He sees the old picture of his mother and father sitting on
          the American tank.

                         MONIQUE
          Here. Your mother sent me this to me
          a few months ago.
          Monique hands Frank a color photograph. Frank looks at the
          picture, sees Paula standing with Jack Wright, holding a
          BABY in her arms.

                         MONIQUE (CONT'D)
          You look like your new sister.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          110.

                         182 CONTINUED: 182
          Frank stares at the picture, then hands the picture back to
          Monique.

                         FRANK
          Everyone says that.

          183 INT. - UNIVERSITY OF MONTPELIER. - DAY 183

          Frank walks into a large classroom filled with COLLEGE
          FRESHMAN. He turns and writes his name on the blackboard:

          MR. WAGNER.

                         FRANK
          My name is Frank Wagner, and I'll be
          teaching the Summer session of
          American History, the same course I
          taught at Yale last year. Why don't
          you all open your books to chapter
          one, read quietly to yourselves.

          184 INT. - LAVALIER HOUSE. - NIGHT 184

           The family is eating di r together, and Frank looks
           surprised as Pappa La r brings a birthday cake out from
           the kitchen. As every nS is to sing-..
           F o.)
           Dear Dad. I'm re ad %ow, living a
           quiet life in a sm lage in
           France. I hope you g well,
           and you're not mad at running
          away.
          Frank blows out the candles on the cake.
          FRANK (V.0.) (cont'd)
          Yesterday was my 19th birthday, and
          when I blew out the candles I wished
          that we could all be together, the
          three of us living in our old house
          in New Rochelle.

          185 EXT. - LAVALIER HOUSE. - DAY 185

          Frank is working in the garden, surrounded by roses. Monique
          walks out of the house.

                         MONIQUE
          I have to pick Pappa up, his car is
          dead. Come with me, Frank, you can
          see where he works?
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          186 EXT. - WAREHOUSE. - OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN. - DAY 186

          Frank and Monique pull up to the front of a large warehouse.

                         FRANK
          What is this place?

                         MONIQUE
          The family business.

                         FRANK
          I thought the family business was
          wine?

                         MONIQUE
          No. Paper.

          187 INT. - PRINT SHOP. - DAY 187


           CLOSE ON A PROFESSIONAL PRINTING PRESS, 90 FEET LONG, TEN

           FEET WIDE.
           The giant machine fills warehouse. SIX MEN work in the
           massive press room, t r afening THUMP of the machine shaking
           the walls as it strugYle, it out 10 COLOR PAGES a minute.
           WE SEE samples of their ning the walls -- FRENCH

           NEWSPAPERS, COLOR POSTER RTISEMENTS.

           CLOSE ON FRANK
           staring up at the giant PRINTIN his body limp, h is
           face cold. Pappa Lavalier, shift and smoking, walks
          toward him with a big smile.

                         PAPPA
          What do you think?

                         FRANK
          I've read books about these machines.
          But I've never seen one.

                         PAPPA
          You want me to show you how it works?

                         FRANK
          Yes.

                         PAPPA
          For color printing we set the back
          gears, then put the plates in up-
          side-down, pour the ink in last,

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          112.

                         187 CONTINUED: 187

                         PAPPA (CONT'D)
          never when it's cold, then we roll
          the cylinder brakes until they
          catch...

          CLOSE ON FRANK
          Lost in his own world, his mind racing as he stares at every
          part of the machine -- his eyes cold with excitement and
          dread.

          188 INT. - PRINTING ROOM. - NIGHT 188

          The PRINTING PRESS is thumping and grinding, the lights low,
          the press room empty except for Frank, who stands at one end
          of the machine, his shirt off, working like a man obsessed
          as he operates the massive press by himself -- THOUSANDS OF

          PERFECT BLUE AND WHITE PAN AM CHECKS SLIDING OFF THE PAPER

          ROLLS AND DROPPING TO THE FLOOR.

          189 INT. - LAVALIER HOUSE. - MONTPELIER. - NIGHT 189

           Frank reaches into the k of the closet and pulls out his
          PILOT'S UNIFORM. As h s ps on the jacket, Monique walks in
          and turns on the light. i ees his suitcase on the bed.

                         FRANK
          I don't know.

          190 INT. - FBI OFFICE. - WASHINGTON.

          Joe Shaye is sitting in his office trying to use an electric
          pencil sharpener, which is broken. As Joe pulls out a half-
          eaten pencil, Fox and Amdursky walk in holding an envelope,
          big smiles on their faces.

                         AMDURSKY
          Joe...he cashed a check in Madrid.

          191 INT. - FBI OFFICES. - WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY 191

          Joe, Wilkes, Amdursky and Fox are facing Director Marsh, a
          stack of checks on the desk in front of him.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          113.

                         191 CONTINUED: 191

                         JOE SHAYE
          Singapore. Australia. South America:'
          Egypt. He's also hit almost every
          major bank in Europe.

          FBI DIRECTOR MARSH
          How many checks?

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          Thousands.

          FBI DIRECTOR MARSH
          Why wasn't I called?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Nobody was called, Sir. The banks
          didn't know what was happening until
          last week. We think he's been on the
          run for five months.

          FBI DIRECTOR MARSH
          That's impossible. Pan Am would have
          called us.
          They didn't c
          forging -- and
          counterfeiting.

                         JOE SHAYE
          He's making real checks, Sir. These
          are so perfect, Pan Am cashed them
          all.

          FBI DIRECTOR MARSH
          where is he?

                         JOE SHAYE
          The last check was cashed in Paris a
          week ago. He'll stay there another
          week before he moves on. We have to
          go now, Sir, today!

          FBI DIRECTOR MARSH
          Go where?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Paris.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          114.

                         191 CONTINUED: (2) 191

           FBI DIRECTOR MARSH
           I'm sorry, Joe. If we couldn't catch'
           him here, we're not gonna catch him
          there.

          192 INT. - JOE SHAYE'S OFFICE. - NIGHT 192

          Joe paces in his office, holding the phone and talking much
          too loud, his voice echoing through the hallways.

                         JOE SHAYE
          English. Do you speak English? I'm
          an American FBI Agent. Hello? Shit!
          Joe slams down the phone, walks out'of his office.
           JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
           Does anyone here speak French. I
           need someone who speaks French!

          193 INT. - FBI CONFERENCE ROOM. - DAY 193

           Amdursky and Fox walk i the conference room with OLIVER,
           a heavy set man who 1 terrified as they sit him down
           next to Joe.
          JOE SHAYE Jp
          Agent Luc, I need you t anslate
          for me.

                         FOX
          He's not an agent, Joe. He's a waiter
          at the restaurant around the corner.

          194 INT. - FRENCH POLICE STATION. - DAY 194

           POLICE DETECTIVE JULIEN, 40's, sits at his desk doing a
          crossword puzzle in the middle of a busy French police
          station. His phone rings, and he answers.

                         DETECTIVE JULIEN
          Julien.

          195 INT. - JOE SHAYE'S OFFICE. - DAY 195

          Oliver is on the phone, nervously sitting behind Joe's desk.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          115.

                         195 CONTINUED: 195

                         JOE SHAYE
          Who answered the phone? What's his
          name.

                         OLIVER
          His name is Detective Julien. He
          works in the vice squad in Paris

                         JOE SHAYE
          That's fine. Tell him I have a
          proposition for him. Tell him the
          FBI has a proposition for him.
          Oliver translates as Joe paces in front of him.

                         OLIVER
          Okay. What's the proposition?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Ask him if he'd like to catch the
          greatest bank robber the world has
          ever known.

                         196 

                         CLOSE ON
          DETECTIVE JULIEN sitting al--h!ts ri�esk, his expression suddenly
          changing as he glances aroun tation. He quickly puts
          the crossword puzzle away and rips into the phone.
          Abagnale.

          197 EXT. - PARIS. - DAY

          Frank steps out of the lobby doors or a hotel, walks toward
          a waiting limousine. A DRIVER opens the door for him -- a
          YOUNG KID that wears a black suit and hat.

                         FRENCH CHAUFFEUR
          Where to, Mister Wagner?

                         FRANK
          Let's go for a drive. I need some
          supplies.
          The limo drives off.
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          116.

          198 EXT. - PARIS STREETS 198 


           JOE SHAYE (V.0.)
          When he gets to a new city he starts
          out slow, hitting the banks on the
          outskirts of town. At first it's
          small checks in small banks that
          pose little or no threat.
          WE HEAR OLIVER'S TRANSLATION behind Joe's voice.
          JOE SHAYE (V.O.) (cont'd)
          Then he starts moving in, circling
          the city like a mother hawk, picking
          off every little bank he can find --
          slowly inching his way toward the
          center of the city.

          199 INT. - STATIONARY STORE. - PARIS. - DAY 199

          Frank stands at the counter of a stationery store, looking
          into a glass case filled with expensive pens.

          JOE SHA �1
          There's always one ba 's bigger
          and richer than all the ers. This
          is what he came for, and he'll watch
          it for days. He'll know if they add
          a security-guard, or bring in a new
          teller. And if he sees anything out
          of place, a new cleaning man, a window
          shade that's up instead of down,
          he'll move on to the next one. That's
          the luxury of having the entire world
          as your mark.

          200 EXT. - PARIS STREET. - DAY 200 


                         CLOSE ON
          DETECTIVE JULIEN -- standing in the middle of Paris, looking
          down an endless row of massive banks.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          117.

                         200 CONTINUED: 200

           JOE SHAYE (V.O.)
          He'll make his move right before
          lunch, when everyone's mind is on
          food and the lines are short. And he
          likes to stand out -- draw attention
          to himself.

          201 EXT. - BANK OF PARIS. - DAY 201

          A massive bank in the middle of the city. WE SEE Frank's
          limo pulling up to the curb, and Frank waiting for the driver
          to open the door before he gets out.

           JOE SHAYE (V.0.)
           The more people see him, the more
           invisible he becomes.

          202 INT. - BANK OF PARIS. - DAY 202

           Frank walks into the bank, takes out a leather case and opens
           it, revealing a checkbook. He takes his Waldmann pen from
           his pocket, smiles at a female TELLER.
           Hello. I need sh this. My wife
           and I are goi o(orway this
          afternoon.
          Frank turns the check over a tees L.
          check to the teller, but she s take 1 it.

                         FRANK (CONT
          Is there something wrong?
          The bank teller is shaking and staring at Frank. He slowly
          turns around, sees DETECTIVE JULIEN standing behind him with
          his gun drawn.

          203 INT. - FBI CONFERENCE ROOM. - NIGHT 203

          Joe, Amdursky, and Fox are all half asleep, waiting in the
          FBI CONFERENCE ROOM. The clock on the wall reads 3 a.m. --
          and the phone finally rings.
          Before he even picks it up, Joe Shaye starts to smile.

          204 INT. - FRENCH COURTROOM. - DAY 204

          A packed courtroom. Frank's hands and legs are shackled. He
          stands before a JUDGE who is reading his sentence.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          118.

                         204 CONTINUED:

                         204

                         FRENCH JUDGE

                         (IN FRENCH)
          Frank William Abagnale Jr., I sentence
          you to two years in Papigone prison.

          205 INT. - PAPIGONE PRISON. - PARIS. - DAY 205 

          A cell door closes.

          206 INT. - AIR FRANCE AIRPLANE FLIGHT 676. - DAY 206 

          Frank and Joe Shaye are sitting next to each other in the
          back of the plane. Through the window Frank can see the
          skyline of Manhattan. Amdursky and Fox are smoking in the
          aisle.

                         FRANK
          Joe, you have to let me call my father
          when we land- I want to talk to him
          before he sees me on television.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Your father i ead, Frank. I'm sorry.
          Frank turns to Joe.
          JOu i (cont' d)
          He committed su 0�.cL didn't want
          to be the one to t

                         FRANK
          Suicide. No. That's imps 'ibl

                         JOE SHAYE
          They found him inside his car, the
          motor running, the garage door shut.

                         FRANK
          who are they to think that? Who are
          they to say something like that?!

                         JOE SHAYE
          It's okay, Frank.

                         FRANK
          Joe, I'm gonna be sick! I have to
          use the bathroom.
          Joe quickly takes off Frank's handcuffs, and he jumps from
          his seat and runs into the bathroom. Joe stands in the aisle
          with Amdursky and Fox.
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          119.

          207 INT. - AIR FRANCE PLANE BATHROOM. - MOMENTS LATER. 207'

          Frank is on his knees, tears running down his face as he
          uses the METAL TIP OF A FORK to unscrew a hard plastic plate
          above the toilet. The screws come free, and Frank is able to
          pull the entire TOILET UNIT away from the wall. He makes
          his way into a tiny crawispace, then pulls the toilet back
          against the wall.

          208 EXT. - AIR FRANCE PLANE MAIN CABIN. - MINUTES LATER. 208 

          Joe Shaye checks his watch as a FLIGHT ATTENDANT walks past
          him and smiles.

          AIR FRANCE STEWARDESS 
          You'll have to take your seat, Sir.
          We're about to land.
          Joe knocks on the bathroom door.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Frank.

                         (CONT' D)
          Frank! Come on;''rMnk, open the door!
          Damn it...Frank! O

                         JOE SHAYE

          1.4
          Break it down.
          Amdursky starts kicking at the bathroom door, slamming his
          heel against the metal release. The door breaks free, and
          the three men stares in disbelief at the EMPTY BATHROOM.

          209 EXT. - AIR FRANCE PLANE/KENNEDY AIRPORT RUNWAY.-MOMENTS 209 


          LATER.
          The plane has landed and stopped short on the runway. WE SEE
          Frank crawling through a HATCH near the landing gear. He
          drops fifteen feet to the ground below, starts running across
          the runway.

          210 INT. - AIR FRANCE PLANE MAIN CABIN. - MOMENTS LATER 210 

          All of the passengers remain seated as Joe, Amdursky and Fox
          stand in the aisle.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          120.

                         210 CONTINUED: 210

                         JOE SHAYS
          Look under every seat, in every
          bathroom. Check it all again, even
          the cockpit!
          As Joe starts moving through the plane, something outside
          the window catches his eye.

          211 EXT. - KENNEDY AIRPORT TARMAC. - DAY 211 

          He sees Frank sprinting across the tarmac, making his way
          toward the terminal.

          ' 212 INT. - AIR FRANCE PLANE MAIN CABIN. - DAY 212 


                         JOE SHAYE
          God in heaven...

          213 INT. - LONG ISLAND CHURCH. - MORNING. 213

           A CHURCH CHOIR is singing COME HOME JESUS, Paula sitting in
           the front row in a pale blue dress and snow white hat. As
           the song ends, Paula se Frank enter the large, empty church.
           He is dazed and off b a e, his body still weak from prison.
           Mom...
           Frank stumbles down the cent e, dropping to his knees
           and fainting before he reach= h ter.

          214 INT. - CHURCH OFFICE. - DAY. 214


                         FI
          Frank opens his eyes, sees his mother standing at the window
          in a PRIEST'S PRIVATE OFFICE -- a cigarette in her hand, a
          row of collection plates on the desk in front of her...

                         PAULA
          You want a sip of water?
          Paula hands Frank some water. He sits up and stares at his
          mother.

                         FRANK
          Why didn't you help him?

                         PAULA
          I did help him. Near the end I sent
          him money, did you know that?

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          121.

                         214 CONTINUED: 214

                          PAULA (CONT'D)
          I paid his rent. I was a kid when we
          met, Frankie. I didn't even speak
          English -- I didn't even know his
          last name.

                         FRANK
          Then why did you marry him?

                         PAULA
          Because he got me pregnant. I was
          seventeen, and I was told I was going
          to marry him. They put me on a plane,
          and said I was the luckiest girl in
          the world.

                         FRANK
          What about the baby?

                         PAULA
          The baby died an hour after it was
          born. The Doctor's knew as soon as
          he came out.
          Paula lights a fresh

                         CONT'D)
          It was a boy. T telling me
          I should hold him, didn't want
          to. I was scared he ie in my
          arms, so I said no. C imagine
          that, Frank, I didn't to hold
          my own son?
          Frank walks toward his mother and takes the cigarette out of
          her mouth.

                         FRANK
          You promised.
          He doesn't look back at her as he walks out the door.

          215 EXT. - CHURCH. - DAY 215

          Frank looks dazed as he walks out of the small Church- As he
          makes his way down the steps, FOUR BLACK VANS speed up next
          to him, TWO TEAMS OF FBI AGENTS jumping out and grabbing
          him, throwing him to the ground as he rolls over without a
          fight, his body limp as he stares up at Joe Shaye.
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          122.

          216 INT. - COURTROOM. - DAY 216

          Frank stands before a JUDGE who is sentencing him.

                         JUDGE
          Taking into account your refusal to
          give back the money, your history of
          bold escape and your complete lack
          of respect for the uniform of the
          law, I have no choice but to sentence
          you to eighteen years in Atlanta's
          maximum security prison in Dixon
          county, and recommend strongly that
          you be kept in an isolation cell for
          the entirety of that sentence.

          217 INT. - MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON - ATLANTA 217.

          Frank stands in front of his cell in the isolation wing of
          the prison. There are no bars, no windows, just square,
          individual cell boxes. Frank walks into his cell, the door
          closing behind him.
          218 INT. - PRISON VISITINc/RSM. - DAY 218
           Frank is wearing his pr1s f psuit as he's led into the
           visitor's room and place n a chair that faces bulletproof
           glass. Joe Shaye is sittin Qrdl4,s from him. They both pick
          up their phones.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Merry Christmas, Frank.

                         T
          Frank doesn't answer him.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          I got some cigarettes here.

                         FRANK
          I don't smoke.
          An awkward moment as Joe puts the cigarettes on the floor.

                         JOE SHAYE
          They say the first year inside is
          the hardest.

                         FRANK
          You caught me. What do you want?

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          123.

                         218 CONTINUED: 218

                         JOE SHAYE
          I don't know. Maybe this was a bad
          idea. I'll go.
          As Joe starts to put the phone down.

                         FRANK
          You're still wearing a wedding ring.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Yeah. The truth is, I'm divorced-
          I have a daughter who's nine.

                         FRANK
          What's her name?

          JOE SHP_YE
          Vanessa. She lives in Chicago with
          her mother. I don't see her much.
          Frank stares at Joe for a BEAT.
          I'm on my way el tJe airport. I'm
          tracking a paper ge who's working
          his way through Mi�t This guy
          is driving us crazy.

                         FRANK
          Do you have any of the checks?

                         FL
          Joe hesitates, then opens his briefcase and takes out a CHECK.
          He holds it against the glass.

                         JOE SHAYE
          This is a counterfeit from Great
          Lakes Savings and Loan. You can see
          that he's using a...

                         FRANK
          It's a teller at the bank.

                         JOE SHAYE
          What?

                         FRANK
          It's a teller.

                         (CONTINUED)

                         DEBBIE ZANE

                         

                         

                         

                         

          124.

                         218 CONTINUED: (2) 218

                         JOE SHAYE
          How do you know?

                         FRANK
          Every bank uses hand stamps for the
          dates. They get used over and over,
          so they're always worn down, and the
          numbers are always cracking -- the
          sixes and nines go first. Look at
          the date on that check -- the ink is
          worn flat, the nines and sixes are
          cracking -- that's the stamp of a
          teller, Joe. Looks like you got
          yourself an inside job.

          219 INT. - PRISON. - NIGHT 219

           Frank is lying in his cell, staring into the darkness.

                          FRANK
           Eastern flight 794 you are clear to
           taxi on runway_two-zero-four. That's
           a big thank y, and goodbye, Newark.
           Ladies and eman, we are leveled
           off here at't five thousand
           feet. The sm gns have been
           turned off for of you in a
           designated smoki My name is
           Captain Frank Will so just
           sit back, relax, an the flight
          to Milan.

          220 INT. - JAIL CELL. - ATLANTA PRISON. - NIGHT 220

          The prison is locked down, the lights out for the night.
          Joe Shaye and Director Marsh are passing rows of dark cells
          as they make their way through the prison.

          221 INT. - INTERROGATION ROOM. - NIGHT 221

          Frank is sitting across from Joe and Director Marsh, a glass
          of milk in front of him. TWO GUARDS stand behind him with
          rifles. Frank is 23-years-old, but still has the boyish face
          of a teenager.

                         FRANK
          Joe, one of these days you should
          get yourself a new jacket. What is
          that material?
          Frank touches Joe's jacket.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          125.

                         221 CONTINUED: 221

                         JOE SHAYE
          Cashmere.

                         FRANK
          That isn't cashmere -- look at the
          lining. It's some kind of polyester.
          You should see my tailor in New York.

          FBI DIRECTOR MARSH
          Can we do this, please?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Frank, this is FBI Director Marsh.
          He wanted to meet you.

                         FRANK
          At four in the morning? 1 1

          FBI DIRECTOR MARSH
          Mr. Abagnale, you've served five
          years of an eighteen year sentence

                         F K
          That's righ ve years, two months.

                          TOR MARSH
           I'd like you tcY o k at something
          for me, tell me UO �%u think.
          Director Marsh takes an enveldi j of a briefcase, slides
          it over to Frank. Frank opens t lope and pulls out a
          PAYROLL CHECK. He holds the check is hand, never looks
          at it.

                          I;

                         FRANK
          It's a fake.

          FBI DIRECTOR MARSH
          How do you know? You haven't looked
          at it.

                         FRANK
          There's no perforated edge, which
          means this check was hand cut, not
          fed. The paper is double bonded,
          much too heavy for a check. The ink
          is raised against my fingers instead
          of flat.
          Frank brings the check to his nose, sniffs it.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          126.

                         221 CONTINUED: (2) 221
          FRANK (cont' d)
          This doesn't smell like micker. It's'
          probably drafting ink, the kind you
          buy at a stationery store.
          Joe and Director Marsh exchange a look.

          FBI DIRECTOR MARSH
          Frank, would you be interested in
          working with the FBI's fraud and
          counterfeiting unit?

                         FRANK
          I already have a job here. I deliver
          the mail.

                         JOE SHAYE
          No, Frank. We'd get you out.

                         FRANK
          Why are you saying this, Joe? You
          caught me, isn't that enough? Why
          can't you lea ' me alone?

                         ECTOR MARSH
          Frank, we ha wer to take you
          out of prison. be placed in
          the custody of t where you'd
          serve the remainde ur sentence
          as an employee of t al
          government.

                         FRANK
          Whose custody?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Mine.

          222 INT. - FBI FIELD OFFICE. - DALLAS, TEXAS. - DAY 222


                          SUPER: MARCH 29 1973
          Frank wears a brand new black suit as he walks into the
          massive FBI BUILDING. He approaches a SECURITY GUARD.

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

                         SECURITY GUARD
          First floor, Mr. Abagnale.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          127.

                         222 CONTINUED: 222

                         FRANK
          Call me Frank.

          223 INT. - FBI BUILDING. - THIRD FLOOR. - DAY 223

          Frank makes his way down a long hallway, passing other young
          men in dark suits who have come out of their offices to see
          him pass. Frank sees Joe Shaye standing at the end of the
          hall.

                         FRANK
          Morning, Joe.
          Frank turns and stares at a door marked FRAUD. He casually
          walks inside.

          224 INT. - FRANK'S FBI OFFICE. - DAY 224,

          A stack of files sit on Frank's desk. There are hundreds of
          CHECKS, MUG SHOTS, PILES OF COUNTERFEIT MONEY. Frank looks
          out the window of his office, stares out at the DALLAS

          SKYLINE.
          Look at me,

          225 INT. - APARTMENT. - DALLAS H DAY. 225


                         O
          Frank walks through the door ny, run down apartment.
          Joe Shaye stands at the door.

                         FRANK
          I'd rather stay in a hotel.

                         JOE SHAYE
          That's not possible.
          Frank opens the drapes and looks out at a POLICE STATION
          that sits across the street from his apartment.

                         FRANK
          One of the men gave me a check today.
          It was for nine dollars.

                         JOE SHAYS
          That's right. The FBI is paying you
          prison wages.
          Joe turns to walk out the door.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          128.

                         225 CONTINUED: 225

                         FRANK
          Tomorrow's Christmas Eve. Would it
          be okay if I went to work with you?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Tomorrow night I'm flying to Chicago
          to see my daughter. But I'll be back
          at work on Monday.

                         FRANK
          Joe. . .what do I do until Monday?

          JOE SHP_YE
          I can't help you there, kid.

          226 INT. - FBI OFFICES. - DAY 226

           Frank sits alone eating a sandwich, looking through a BOOK
           OF MUG SHOTS. He stops when he sees his own MUG SHOT, the
           black and white picture staring up at him.
           Frank carefully rips the mug shot out of the book and puts
           it in his pocket.

                          227 
          Frank is walking the stre' s carrying a small bag of
          groceries as he makes his Oh e. Something in a STORE
          WINDOW catches his eye, and F ,tands frozen on the corner,
          looking across at a WINDOW DI

                         CLOSE ON

          THE WINDOW OF A COSTUME SHOP.
          There are several MANNEQUINS dressed in different costumes.
          Frank slowly approaches the window, stares at a mannequin
          wearing an AIRLINE PILOT'S UNIFORM.

          228 EXT. - DALLAS AIRPORT. - NIGHT 228

          Frank gets out of a taxi wearing the PILOT'S UNIFORM. He
          pulls his cap down tight as he makes his way into the busy
          airport.

          229 INT. - DALLAS AIRPORT COFFEE SHOP. - NIGHT 229 

          Frank sits alone at the airport coffee shop eating a hamburger
          and reading a COMIC BOOK. Joe Shaye walks into the restaurant
          and sits next to him.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          129.

                         229 CONTINUED: 229

                         JOE SHAYE
          That's a nice uniform, Frank.
          Here, let me get your check.
          Joe grabs the check from Frank, puts some money on the table.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          Did you know I was recruited by the
          FBI while I was still in law school?
          The government said I was the best
          the country had to offer, top of my
          class -- and they chased me until I
          said yes.

                         FRANK
          I'm sorry, Joe.

                         JOE SHAYE
          I spent four years arranging your
          release. I convinced the Attorney
          General of the United States that
          you wouldn't run.
          Frank gets out of his fir, walks out of the restaurant.
          Joe follows him throw h, irport.
           JO' : E (cont' d)
           You go back to E pe r�pd you'll die
           in Papigone. You run here
           in the states and w 1 d you
           back to Atlanta for f' ars.

                         FRANK
          I never asked for your help.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Please, Frank, you leave and I'm
          finished. I got you out, I convinced
          them to let you out.

                         FRANK
          Why did you do it?

                         JOE SHAYE
          You're just a kid.

                         FRANK
          I'm not your kid. I'm not your son.
          I'm nothing to you. And you're nothing
          to me.
          Frank walks toward the AMERICAN AIRLINES ticket counter.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          130.

                         229 CONTINUED: (2) 229

                         JOE SHAYE
          I'm gonna let you fly tonight. I
          won't even try and stop you, because
          I know you'll be back on Monday.

                         FRANK
          Why would I come back?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Because nobody is chasing you.
          Frank stares at Joe for a long BEAT.

                         FRANK
          Two mice fell in a bucket of cream.
          The first mouse gave up and drowned,
          but the second mouse struggled so
          hard he churned that cream into butter
          and he crawled out.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Which one are you, Frank?
          Frank turns to the gin? ar the TICKET COUNTER.

                         1ϿV
          Hello, Amanda, � � s s �Jh e jump-seat open
           on the ten-thirt ® N,wYork?
           Joe watches as Frank walks thk oor marked CREW ONLY,
           casually making his way toward D une.

          230 INT. - JOE SHAYE'S OFFICE. - DAY 230 4

          Joe sits at his desk drinking coffee. He checks his watch,
          then calls out to his SECRETARY.

                         JOE SHAYE
          is Abagnale in yet?

                         SECRETARY
          No.

          231 INT. - FBI OFFICE CONFERENCE ROOM. - DAY 231

          Joe Shaye is using the slide projector and standing in front
          of TEN AGENTS, including Special Agent Wilkes.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Good morning. I've called this
          emergency briefing to discuss a check

                         (MORE)

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -

                         

                         

                         

                         

          131.

                         231 CONTINUED: 231
           JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          fraud and counterfeiter who's been
          hitting banks all over Arizona.

          SPECIAL AGENT WILKES
          Just tell us how much he's gotten,
          Joe?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Don't ask.
          The briefing room door opens, and Frank walks in. Joe spots
          him in the darkness.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          Good. You're here.
          The two men stare at each other for a BEAT.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          At this time I'd like my point man
          on this to fill you in. Frank, are
          you ready to Ake over?

                          FRANK (
          John Doe 6116 is a pa ; er who
           started in Phoenix, usz at I
          call a double deposit forgery system.
          Next slide. What he's doing is opening
          two accounts at the same bank under
          two different names...

          232 INT. - AIRPLANE. - DAY 232

          Frank and Joe are sitting next to each other on a plane,
          both holding magazines and eating nuts. Joe is wearing a
          brand new BLACK SUIT. There are several other agents on the
          plane, including Amdursky and Fox.

                         FRANK
          Joe, do you guys always fly coach?

                         JOE SHAYE
          Yeah.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane -:

                         

                         

                         

                         

          132.

                         232 CONTINUED: 232

                         FRANK
          You want me to talk to someone? See
          if I can get us bumped to first class?

                         JOE SHAYS
          Just relax. We'll be there in two
          hours.
          Frank looks out the window.

          FRP.NK
          I've never been to Arizona.

                         JOE SHAYE
          It's hot. Let's just hope-we catch
          this guy fast.

                         FRANK
          Joe, you ever seen the Grand Canyon?

                         JOE SHAYE
          No.

                         K
          You think i w e time we can
          take a quick ?( (-o
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          I feel a little silly in this suit.

                         FRANK
          It looks good. You just have to get
          used to it.

                         JOE SHAYE
          How much did you say it cost?

                         FRANK
          Eight hundred dollars.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Where did you get eight hundred
          dollars?

                         FRANK
          Credit card.

                         (CONTINUED)
          Debbie Zane - 5

                         

                         

                         

                         

          133.

                         232 CONTINUED: (2) 232

                         JOE SHAYE
          Somebody gave you a credit card?
          That's a horrifying thought.
          The two men sit in silence for a BEAT, staring down at their
          magazines, lost in thought.
          JOE SHAYE (cont'd)
          Can I ask you something, Frank?

                         FRANK
          Sure.

                         JOE SHAYE
          How did you pass the bar exam in
          Louisiana?

                         FRANK
          I studied every night for two weeks.

                         JOE SHAYE
          Is that the truth?
          Frank turns to the wipf'or?, slowly starts to smile as he looks
          out at the clouds.
          FRANK ABAGNALE JR. HAS BEEN Qf MOR 25 YEARS. HE HAS
          THREE TEENAGE SONS, AND LIVES r V LIFE IN TULSA, OKLAHOMA.

          SINCE HIS RELEASE FROM PRISON IN Z, FRANK HAS HELPED THE

          FBI CAPTURE SOME OF THE WORLDS MOST ALLUSIVE CHECK FORGERS

          AND COUNTERFEITERS. FRANK HAS ALSO DEVELOPED MANY OF THE

          SECURITY FEATURES THAT BANKS USE TO PREVENT CHECK FRAUD.

          HE HOLDS SEVERAL PATENTS ON THESE FEATURES, AND TO THIS DAY

          FRANK MAKES A ROYALTY ON ALMOST EVERY CHECK WRITTEN IN THE

          UNITED STATES.

          THOSE CHECK ROYALTIES PAY FRANK ABAGNALE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS

          A YEAR.

                         TITLE CARD #2

          JOE SHAYE RETIRED IN 1986, HAVING BEEN AWARDED THREE

          DISTINGUISHED SERVICE AWARDS FROM THE FBI.

          FRANK ABAGNALE HAS FOUR.

          THEY REMAIN CLOSE FRIENDS TO THIS DAY.
          Debbie Zane -




 


Catch Me If You Can



Writers :   Jeff Nathanson
Genres :   Crime  Drama


User Comments


Internet Movie Script Database
Back to IMSDb





Index    |    Submit    |    Links    |    Link to us    |    RSS Feeds    |    Disclaimer    |    Privacy policy