[Frank is making one last attempt to run by impersonating a pilot once again. Carl catches up with him at Dulles Airport]

How'd you do it, Frank? How'd you pass the bar in Louisiana?

[Frank continues to walk. Carl walks several paces behind]

What are you doing here?

Listen...

I'm sorry I put you through all this.

You go back to Europe, you're gonna die in Perpignan Prison. You try to run here in the States, we'll send you back to Atlanta for 50 years.

I know that.

I spent four years trying to arrange your release. Had to convince my bosses at the FBI and the Attorney General of the United States you wouldn't run.

Why'd you do it?

You're just a kid.

I'm not your kid. You said you were going to Chicago.

My daughter can't see me this weekend. She's going skiing.

You said she was four years old. You're lying.

She was four when I left. Now she's 15. My wife's been remarried for 11 years. I see Grace every now and again.

I don't understand.

Sure you do. Sometimes, it's easier living the lie. [Frank stops, Carl catches up]

I'm going to let you fly tonight, Frank. I'm not even going to try to stop you. That's because I know you'll be back on Monday.

Yeah? How do you know I'll come back?

Frank, look. Nobody's chasing you.