Chapter 675: Intertwined Thoughts
Room 3113.
One shot caused a storm.
Melvin is the same as Carl. He also thinks that Frank Jr. is full of lies. He also praises Carl for staying awake and finally seeing through Frank Jr.’s lies. The hotel and the room are all lies, just another game.
However, no.
So, this means that Frank Jr. has just told the truth. If Karl sends people to Stuyvesant Arms, Frank Jr. can be surrounded.
H.
Suddenly, Melvin's breath was cut off——
Lonely.
A kind of extreme loneliness, Melvin couldn't help but think of the look in Little Frank's shadow just now, heartbreaking confusion and loss.
At this moment, Steven Spielberg unusually did not switch the camera to edit the picture, but only focused on "3113", but the thoughts in the screening room were intertwined and collided:
Karl's ridicule and teasing, little Frank's embarrassment and vulnerability, all swarmed up.
But why?
Just as the audience and Carl suspected, little Frank, who has been living in lies, seems to be trapped in his own lies and unable to land. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot feel the truth. Hidden, the more Christmas it is, the more profound the atmosphere becomes——
His truth can no longer be told to anyone. Including the father.
Therefore, the only one who can spy on Little Frank's true nature is an FBI agent.
Does this mean that at that moment, when Frank Jr. told his real address, he had an idea sincerely, otherwise he would be arrested?
Just, Karl’s ridicule woke him up?
There was a slight commotion in the screening room, but it calmed down in an instant. Everyone had their own thoughts in their minds, setting off a storm, and they were sparsely immersed in their thoughts. All the restlessness and After swallowing the sound, the air became quiet again.
Carl didn't know that he missed the opportunity to catch Frank Jr., but at least, Carl accidentally cracked the truth about "Barry Allen".
Even when he went to the restaurant for breakfast, Carl was still working. He listed all the people named "Barry Allen" in New York and prepared to check them one by one. However, he did not expect that the waiter in the restaurant looked at him when he refilled his coffee. Got interested in this list.
“Are you a collector?”
Karl: ? ? ?
Obviously, Karl had no idea what the waiter was talking about, but he was patient and after communicating, the answer to the mystery was revealed at hand.
“Listen!”
"He reads comics. Comic books!"
"Barry Allen is the Flash."
"He's a kid, and we're targeting a kid, so we've been unable to find a match fingerprints, so he has no criminal record at all."
"Now, I need you to contact the NYPD to investigate the situation of all the runaway children."
"Also, don't forget. At the airport, he was throwing checks everywhere.”
finally!
Carl finally found a breakthrough -
For a long time, they firmly believed that Frank Jr. should be a young man between twenty-seven and thirty years old; but now it seems that they were completely deceived Yes, even his appearance and age were a lie. They had already made mistakes from the beginning of the investigation.
No wonder they never found the suspect.
After leaving the restaurant, the first thing Carl did was to call the FBI headquarters through a public phone booth and ask the agents to adjust the keywords and launch a comprehensive search.
Every second counts! But why New York?
“Because of the Yankees.”
“He said something about the Yankees.”
The clues, all connected, Carl played his part With his ability, as an FBI agent, starting from the details, he finally found a breakthrough.
Sure enough, Carl was right.
Karl successfully found Paula Abagnale.
To be precise, it should be Paula Barnes, Paula Barnes who remarried, who lived in the suburbs and returned to a middle-class life.
Obviously, Paula already knew through the police that Frank Jr. used his Chase Bank checkbook to write bad checks, but she didn’t think it was a big deal and she lit a cigarette happily and leisurely. Trying to defend his son from FBI agents.
“Only a thousand dollars.”
"Half of the kids his age were using powder and throwing rocks at the police; they scared me to death, just because my son made a small mistake."
"A seventeen-year-old Children need to eat and have a place to sleep..."
Just like the school, when she learned that Frank was pretending to be a substitute teacher, Paula scolded her son with her eyes, but did not really teach him a lesson.
Now, the same is true. Paula even found a bunch of excuses to excuse her son.
Until Carl confirmed through the illustrated photo in the graduation album that Frank Abagnale Jr. was the figure he saw in Hollywood, the atmosphere instantly became tense, so much so that Paula was also frightened.
"Is Frank okay? Is he in trouble?" Paula asked anxiously as she hurriedly followed Carl and the FBI agents who left in the storm.
"Madam, I'm sorry I have to tell you that your son is forging checks."
"Forging checks? Wait! We will definitely be able to compensate." Paula quickly turned around and rummaged through her backpack. He took out his wallet and showed a polite smile, "I work part-time in the church, tell me how much he owes, and I will pay you back."
Karl's expression was calm, "So far, 1.3 million Dollars.”
Paula was stunned, completely losing her ability to react. She watched Karl leave, the door slowly closing, and her whole face disappeared into a shadow.
At this time, where is little Frank?
Atlanta, Georgia.
Little Frank lived in a villa and held a grand party in the villa. Boys and girls had a great time partying. Even though it was still cold in winter, the whole house felt like a hot summer.
But obviously, little Frank's mind was not on the party. Although the whole room was full of people, he just felt it was noisy.
Until a friend had an accident and the party was forced to end, little Frank had to go to the hospital to visit his friend.
In the hospital, little Frank saw Brenda, a nurse who was reprimanded by the doctor to the point of being unhappy.
Little Frank once again used his charm to comfort Brenda gently and asked Brenda to help check on his friend's situation.
Changing a set of clothes and a different look, little Frank showed a completely different charm from that of a pilot. The image of a dashing young man is eye-catching, and he naturally exudes a lazy and casual atmosphere of freedom, which makes him even more attractive. Sexy is more romantic. When little Frank looks directly at Brenda, he is actually looking directly at the audience in the screening room.
The blue eyes full of smiles made the women in the screening room beat faster, hold their breath, and twist into a knot in their chairs.
If this was Steven Spielberg's purpose, obviously, he succeeded——
Who would have thought that a crime movie, an autobiographical movie, would become a fashion movie, bringing the charm of Anson Wood to the extreme.
Now, Melvin finally understood the reason why Edgar hired him. A surge of excitement and excitement quietly brewed in his pubic area, and turned into a storm in the blink of an eye.
(End of this chapter)