that if you are returned to Italy tomorrow, you might very well face a prison sentence of up to twenty years," the judge continued. "I have some knowledge of Italian prisons, Mr. Abagnale. They are very much like French prisons. And when you have served your sentence, you will be handed over to Spain, I understand. As you pointed out in your petition, young man, you could very well spend the rest of your life in European prisons.
"And there's very little we can do about that, Mr. Abagnale. We have to honor Italy 's request for extradition just as France honored ours. The law is not something we can flout with impunity, sir." He paused again.
"I know, sir," I said, my hopes receding. "I would like to stay here, but I understand I cannot."
He rose and began to pace around the study, talking the while. "What if you had a chance to start your life anew, Mr. Abagnale?" he asked. "Do you think you would choose a constructive life this time?"
"Yes, sir, if I had the chance," I replied.
"Do you think you've learned your lesson, as the teachers say?" he pursued.
"Yes, sir, I really have," I said, my hopes rising again He seated himself again and looked at me, finally nodding. "I did something tonight, Mr. Abagnale, that surprised even myself," he said. "Had someone told me two weeks ago that I would take this action, I would have questioned his sanity.
"Tonight, young man, I called a friend of mine in the American Embassy and made a request that violates your rights under Swedish law. I asked him to revoke your U.S. passport, Mr. Abagnale. And he did."
I gazed at him, and from his slight grin I knew my astonishment was visible. I was really puzzled at his action, but not for long.
"You are now an unwelcome alien in Sweden, Mr. Abagnale," the judge said, smiling. "And I can legally order your deportation to the United States, regardless of any extradition requests pending. In a few minutes, Mr. Abagnale, I am going to order the officers outside to take you to the airport and place you on a plane for New York City. All the arrangements have been made.
"Of course, you should know that police of your own country will be waiting to arrest you when you debark from the aircraft. You are a wanted criminal in your own country, too, sir, and I felt it only proper that they be notified of my actions. The FBI has been informed of your flight number and the time of your arrival.
"I'm sure you will be tried in your own country. But at least, young man, you will be among your own people and I'm sure your family will be present to support you and to visit you in prison, if you are convicted. However, in case you aren't aware, once you have served your term in America, none of these other countries can extradite you. The law in the United States prohibits a foreign nation from extraditing you from the land of your birth.
"I have taken this action, young man, because I feel it is in the best interests of all concerned, especially yourself. I think, when you have settled your obligations in your own country, that you can have a fruitful and happy life... I am gambling my personal integrity on that, Mr. Abagnale. I hope you don't prove me wrong."
I wanted to hug and kiss him. Instead I wrung his hand and tearfully promised him that I would make something worthwhile of my future. It was a promise I was to break within eighteen hours.
The officers drove me to the airport, where, to my delight, Jan was waiting to take charge of me. She had a large envelope containing my passport, my other papers and the money I had earned in the prison parachute factory. She gave me a $20 bill for pocket money before handing over the envelope to the pilot. "This man is being deported," she told the plane commander. "Officers of the United States will meet the plane in New York and will take him into custody. You will turn over this property to them."
She turned to me and took my hand. "Good-bye, Frank, and good luck. I hope your future will be a happy one," she said gravely.
I kissed her, to the astonishment of the pilot and a watching stewardess. It was the first overture I had made toward Jan, and it was a gesture