Act 2 Scene 9 (Goodbye, Stuck Together)

Jr: That was close you could hurt someone.

Come on, Frank. I’d rather take you alive than dead.

Jr: Can I at least make a statement first?

At the airport? No. You’re not putting on a show for these people.

Jr: Brenda!

Brenda was your big mistake. We followed her right to you.

Brenda: Frank - I love you.

All right, get her out of here. Cod, get everyone out of here.

Branton: Hanratty, don’t let him -

I got this. Just go. I’m sorry, Frank. It’s time to give up.

Jr: It’s my happy ending

That’s not true, Frank.

Jr: There’s nothing left to act up here, I’ll take my bow and disappear, no questions left for answering, there’s only one word left to sing, goodbye

You can’t just walk away from this. You’re wanted on every continent.

(Goodbye Ends) Jr: I don’t understand. You’re still here.

Yup. And you’re under arrest. It doesn’t end because you want it to. You don’t walk out of your life as if it never happened. You don’t get to do that.

Jr: My dad’s waiting for me up north. We’re gonna move back to New Rochelle, we’re gonna open up the store -

Your dad’s dead, Frank. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you. Grand Central Station - he fell down some stairs and broke his neck.

Jr: No!

The police report said he’d been drinking.

Jr: You’re lying to me.

I don’t lie.

Jr: No. You don’t get to say that. That’s not how this ends.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Frank. Now it’s time to face up to what you’ve done. It’s time to stop.

Jr: What if I don’t know how?

You don’t have a choice.

Jr: I could go. I could run, right now.

I know, but you won’t.

Jr: How do you know?

Because you’re tired of running. Because it won’t bring your dad back.

Jr: I just wanted to get him back on his feet.

I know. Listen, come with me. You do your time, pay your debt to society and we’ll get you out early. You’ll come work at the Bureau.

Jr: At the FBI?

We need your know-how. We’re years behind on forgery and counterfeiting, and now with these computers and credit cards coming in, it’s only going to get worse.

Jr: The FBI? Really? You mean you’ll lock me up, then let me out and pay me to do what you locked me up for?

That’s what I said.

Jr: Would I get a badge?

Even better. You’ll get a life.

Jr: But why would you want to help me?

Because I’m the only one who can.

Jr: Thank you for not giving up on me, Mister Hanratty. You’re pretty cool.

Thank you. Nobody ever said that about me before.

Jr: So, how do we end this?

Your way.

Hanratty/Frank Jr: ‘Til then we’re stuck together, which is strange but true.

Okay, Frank. How’d you do it? How’d you cheat on the Louisiana bar exam?

Jr: I didn’t cheat. I studied.

No! I hate you.

Jr: Agent Hanratty turned out to be as good as his word.

Frank was sentenced to fifteen years in prison but was paroled after seven for good behavior.

Cheryl Ann: The bastard never paid me back.

Not now, Cheryl Ann. Let it go.

Jr: Brenda married a real doctor and lived happily ever after.

Frank and I became good friends.