Frank Abagnale, Jr.: [of the FBI] Carl, how long do I have to work here?
Carl Hanratty: 7:15 in the morning, 4:00 in the afternoon, 45 minutes for lunch.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: I mean, how long?
Carl Hanratty: Every day. Every day, Frank, until we let you go.
Carl Hanratty: Our unknown subject is a paperhanger who started working on the East Coast. In the last few weeks this unsub has developed a new form of check fraud which I'm calling "the float". What he's doing is opening checking accounts at various banks then chaning the MICR ink routing numbers at the bottom of those checks. Next slide, please. This is a map of the 12 banks of
the U.S. Federal Reserve. Slide. MICR scanners at every bank read these numbers at the bottom of the check - slide - and they ship that check off to its corresponding branch.
Special Agent Witkins: Carl, for those of us who are unfamiliar with bank fraud you mind telling us what the hell you're talking about?
Carl Hanratty: The East Coast branches
are numbered zero-one to zero-six. The central branch is zero-seven, zero-eight so on, so forth.
Special Agent Witkins: You mean the numbers at the bottom of a check actually mean something?
Carl Hanratty: All of this was in the report I filed two days ago. If you change a zero-two to a one-two that means a check, which was cashed in New York Federal
Branch but it is rerouted all the way to San Francisco Federal Branch. The bank doesn't even know the check has bounced for two weeks, which means our unsub can stay in one place, paper the same city over and over again, while his checks circle the country.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: Where's your mother?
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: I don't know. She said something about going to look for a job.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: What's she gonna be, a shoe salesman at a centipede farm?
[talking on the phone on Christmas Eve]
Carl Hanratty: I'll tell you what I am sure of: you're gonna get caught. One way or another. It's a mathematical fact. It's like Vegas: the house always wins.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: ...Well, Carl, I'm sorry, but I-I have to go.
Carl Hanratty: You didn't call just to apologize, did you?
[starts to laugh]
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: What do you mean?
Carl Hanratty: [laughing] You have no one else to call!
[Frank slams down the phone]
Sentencing Judge: taking into account the gravity of these crimes, your history of bold and elusive behavior, and your complete lack of respect for the laws of the United States. I have no choice but to ignore your request to be treated as a minor, and sentence you to twelve years in Atlanta's maximum security prison, and recommend strongly that you be kept in isolation for the entirety of that
sentence.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Dr. Harris, do you concur?
Doctor Harris: Yes?
Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Do you concur?
Doctor Harris: [confused] Concur with what, sir?