I'd like for you to take a look at something, tell me what you think. It's a fake. How do...

Assistant Director Marsh: [Carl and Mr. Marsh are visiting Frank in prison; Carl hopes to convince the FBI to let Frank out of prison] I'd like for you to take a look at something, tell me what you think. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: [Marsh hands Frank a fake check as Carl looks on] It's a fake. Assistant Director Marsh: How do you know? You haven't looked at it. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: There's no perforated edge, right? This check was hand-cut, not fed. The paper's double-bonded, much too heavy to be a bank check. Magnetic ink, it's raised against my fingers, not flat. This doesn't smell like MICR, it's some kind of, uh, some kind of drafting ink. The kind you get at a stationery store. Assistant Director Marsh: Frank, would you be interested in working for the FBI's Financial Crimes Unit? Frank Abagnale, Jr.: I've already got a job here, you know. I, uh, deliver the mail. Assistant Director Marsh: Frank, we have the power to take you out of prison. You'd be placed in the custody of the FBI where you'd serve out the remainder of your sentence as an employee of the Federal Government. Frank Abagnale, Jr.: Under whose custody? [Carl raises his hand]

Doctor's appointment. One moment. (PHONE RINGING) I'll be right with you. (WHISPERING) Hey... MRS. DAVENPORT: Yes? You should fold it. What? That note. It's a fake, right? You should fold it. It's... It's a note from my mom. I have a doctor's appointment. Yeah, but there's no crease in the paper. When your mom hands you a note to miss school the first thing you do is, you fold it and you put it in your pocket. I mean, if it's real, where's the crease? - (SCHOOL BELL RINGING) - (DOOR OPENS) (QUIETLY) Frankie. (BOTH CHUCKLING QUIETLY) Ma, I'm home. (ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYS ON RECORD PLAYER) Oh, you remember that girl Joanna I was telling you about? I asked her out today. Think we're going to go to the Junior Prom. (RECORD SCRATCHES, MUSIC STOPS) Ma, is this my driver's license? That's all there is, two bedrooms. Oh, Frankie. You remember Dad's friend? Jack Barnes? From the club. Hello. He came by looking for your father. I was giving him a tour of the apartment. It's very, uh, uh, spacious, Paula. Dad's at the store. So, Frank... you're getting to look more like your old man every day. Thanks for the sandwich, Paula. I'll see you later, eh? Wait. Is this yours? Oh. Well, thanks, Frank. Uh, that's the President's pin. I'd be in deep trouble if I lost that. (NERVOUS CHUCKLE) I'll see you all later, eh? Are you hungry, Frankie? I'll make you a sandwich.