[Carl is working alone at his desk at the FBI listening to "Mele Kalikimaka" by Bing Crosby when his phone rings]
Carl Hanratty:
This is Hanratty. Merry Christmas.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
Hello, Carl.
[Carl recognizes Frank's voice and turns his radio down]
Carl Hanratty:
Hello. Barry Allen, Secret Service.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
I've been trying to track you down now for the last couple of hours.
Carl Hanratty:
What do you want?
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
I wanted to apologize for what happened in Los Angeles.
Carl Hanratty:
Uh-uh, uh-uh. No, no. You do not apologize to me.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
Do you always work on Christmas Eve, Carl?
Carl Hanratty:
I volunteered... so men with families could go home early.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
Looked like you were wearing a wedding ring out in Los Angeles. I thought maybe you had a family.
Carl Hanratty:
No. No family.
[beat]
Carl Hanratty:
You want to talk to me? Let's talk face-to-face.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
All right. I'm at my suite at the Stuyvesant Arms, room 3113. In the morning, I leave for Las Vegas for the weekend.
[Carl begins writing this down, but then stops himself]
Carl Hanratty:
You think you're gonna get me again? You're not going to Vegas. You're not in the Stuyvesant Arms. You'd love for me to send out 20 agents Christmas Eve, we barge into your hotel, knock on the door so you can make fools out of us all.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
I'm really sorry if I made a fool out of you. I really am.
Carl Hanratty:
Uh-uh. No.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
No, listen, I really am.
Carl Hanratty:
No. No. You-- You do not feel sorry for me. The truth is... I knew it was you. Now maybe I didn't get the cuffs on you, but I knew.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
Ah, people only know what you tell them, Carl.
Carl Hanratty:
Well, then, tell me this, "Barry Allen, Secret Service". How'd you know I wouldn't look in your wallet?
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
The same reason the Yankees always win. Nobody can keep their eyes off the pinstripes.
Carl Hanratty:
The Yankees win because they have Mickey Mantle. No one ever bets on the uniform.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
[chuckles]
You sure about that, Carl?
Carl Hanratty:
I'll tell you what I am sure of. You're going to get caught. One way or another. It's a mathematical fact. It-- It's like Vegas, the House always wins.
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
Well, Carl, I'm sorry but I have to go.
Carl Hanratty:
[realizes something]
Ah, you didn't call just to apologize, did you?
[starts laughing]
Frank Abagnale, Jr.:
What do you mean?
Carl Hanratty:
[still laughing]
You -- you have no one else to call!
[laughs louder]
Carl Hanratty:
[Frank hangs up the phone quickly. Back at the FBI, Carl happily turns up his radio and begins singing along. Later, we see Frank exit his hotel room - it is indeed room 3113 at the Stuyvesant Arms, proving Frank was telling Carl the truth]
