I'd like to make a withdrawal.
Put it down! Drop it!
Her name's Bonnie Parker.
I'm the girl that's gonna make your dreams come true.
She's romantically linked
with a rebellious disenfranchised son of Texas.
Put your heads down!
You deserve yourself way better than Clyde Barrow.
I think the two of them
are about to embark on a crime spree.
Say, Clyde, take the gun.
[Gunshots]
- Hear that? - Clyde!
You're supposed to be in prison, big brother.
I'm gonna spend the rest of the weekend
with this lovely thing here.
Go! Step on it!
[Gunshot, man screams]
- Are you Frank Hamer? - I used to be.
I bet wrongdoers hated having you
and that big mount of yours on their ass.
Despite all the things we've done,
no one had been killed before.
After tonight, nothing was ever gonna be the same.
(Gunshot)
Bonnie & Clyde Part 2 (Final)
- sync and corrections by Zac - - www.addic7ed.com -
♪ ♪
(Birds singing)
(Bird screeching)
You know what I've been thinking, Clyde?
I think we should do bigger jobs.
Maybe we shouldn't do any more jobs.
Well, fine, but...
If we're gonna, they ought to be big ones.
Aren't going to get that lake house of yours
doing five-and-dime stickups.
And stuff can go wrong just as likely doing them.
Don't feel comfortable
doing bigger jobs just the two of us.
Maybe we should hook back up with Fults.
What, so he can gun down some poor sob
done nothing wrong whatsoever?
Well, what about your brother?
'Cause he's done his time, hasn't he?
Yeah, and he ain't looking to do anymore.
Uh-uh. I ain't getting Buck involved in this.
Well, somebody else then.
Oh, pull bigger jobs,
we'd need bigger guns, too.
Well, then somebody else
and bigger guns.
Weren't you just crying
about that poor son of a bitch in the pj's?
Oh, for Pete sake, Clyde, I'm not saying we use 'em.
If we pull big guns on people,
they're gonna do exactly what we tell 'em to.
All right, look here.
Just so you know,
who's in the gang, what we do,
what kind of guns we use,
or if we go and join a damn monastery...
It's all up to me.
I make the decisions.
All right?
Fine.
Just a thought.
Sorry I had one.
(Laughs)
(Both laugh)
(Thudding, glass breaking)
(Whispering): Right here.
Yeah.
(Whistling)
Come on, let's go.
(Man clears his throat, horse snorts)
(Horse neighs)
(Horse snorts)
(Horse neighs)
(Whistling)
(Man grunts)
Barrow?
Missed me?
Where'd you get the suit?
Just picked it up from a tailor.
Damn crazy.
Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
(Wood chopping continues)
Herman?
We got one too many convicts.
Now you're about to have one too few.
Don't move.
(Panting)
Gonna shoot me, are you, Barrow?
(Grunting)
Go! Go!
(Indistinct shouting)
(Gunshots)
Move 'em around on the side!
(Grunting)
(Gunshots)
Through here!
They're heading for the road!
(Gunfire)
Down, get down!
(Gunfire continues)
(Machine gun fire)
Bonnie, Ray. Ray, Bonnie.
Like your choice of weapons, Bonnie.
Ray: It's the warden. Watch this.
Clyde?
What are they doing?
They're busting out.
Clyde, you really need to?
Yup.
Barrow.
Oh, God.
(Grunts, tires squealing)
(Woman screams, thudding)
Ma'am.
Here to see colonel Simmons.
I'll let him know you're both here.
Thanks.
(Typewriters clacking nearby)
(Sighs)
You're Frank Hamer.
I'm Ted hinton,
deputy with the Dallas P.D.
I, uh... I know Bonnie.
Know both her and Clyde by sight.
I know who you are.
And I know what you know.
Simmons: It's your posse, Frank.
But I would put 'em on the spot,
make sure it's them, and shoot everybody in sight.
So that's about the run of it.
Any questions?
Just one.
Hope I'm not hearing the idea's to, uh,
shoot first and ask 'em to put up their hands up
when they're too dead to do it.
Before she met Barrow, Bonnie Parker was a good girl
from a good family.
Yeah, well bringing 'em to trial'd be best in any case.
If you collar Barrow,
it wouldn't displease me in the least.
We'd love having him back.
Not a question of if. Just when.
If it's all the same, let's keep the press out of this.
Barrow finds out we're on their trail,
just make our job a lot harder.
Anything you can tell me
from Barrow's time here,
that might help in tracking him, distinguishing characteristics
or the like?
He just might be limping
on his left side.
Barrow paid the guy
he busted out to hack that
little piggy off.
Always heard legends seemed smaller
when you met 'em.
Was wondering if I could buy you dinner,
on the fort worth herald, would like to do a full-on
feature on you. The herald.
You must be P.J. Lane?
I read some of your pieces, miss Lane.
You ought to be writing fiction.
How's that? It's inventive how you made
law enforcement seem the bad guy for insinuating
that Barrow had something to do with the murder of that hardware
store owner.
What would dinner on you get me?
Keep you from having to read the same well of baloney
that's been written about you before, about being able to hear
shots before they're fired, and gunning down 56 outlaws and all.
57, miss Lane.
Have a good one. Come on, Hamer.
(Clicking tongue) Going to write about you either way.
Least tell me what about Bonnie and Clyde
brought you out of retirement?
It was the publicity.
(Horse neighs)
Yeah, that's what they said.
(Alarm bell ringing)
Officer: Stop! Police!
(Woman screams)
(Indistinct shouting, gunfire)
Get in!
(Indistinct shouting)
Stop!
(Indistinct shouting)
I think you picked the right bank to spring, Clyde.
(Laughs) (Whoops)
(Laughs)
(Birds singing)
You smoke, Bonnie Parker?
Nope.
I was raised Christian.
You dropped something.
(Exhales)
Do yourself a favor, Ray...
Grab a cold bath.
(Vehicle approaching)
Bonnie: What's for breakfast?
Lady at the bakery said
these are best damn donuts ever.
Great. I got you something else, too.
- Yeah? - Yep.
What?
Kodak folding autographic, all right?
It's got focusable lenses,
eight pictures per roll, the whole deal.
(Laughs) Figure it's time we do something
about that old sophomore photo of yours, huh?
Oh.
Mm. Mm...
Yeah. So, I want to shoot you down there,
get you on some rocks,
clump of trees... Clyde, Clyde,
we aren't shooting the photos today.
Why not?
Problem with that sophomore photo,
I didn't know they were taking them that day.
Girl's got to get... clothes, tailoring to get the fit.
And you're just asking for trouble
if you don't get a makeover.
What's a makeover? You could stand some new duds.
Not to mention a cut.
(Laughs) Your hair is strictly '20s.
Hey there, you be nice.
(Insects chirping)
(Distorted, echoing dripping of water)
(Distorted, echoing dripping of water continues)
(Distorted, booming gunfire)
(Gunfire stops)
(Distorted, booming gunfire)
Been in there forever. My turn for a dip.
Unless you want to double dip.
You got water in those ears?
I'm talking to you.
You all right, Clyde?
We need to stop.
What?
Did you...
Did you see this?
You see who they hired to hunt us?
Looks like he's seen better days.
Yeah. You know, I met him...
Back at the blacksmith shop.
I knew it was a sign
we needed to stop all this.
Frank Hamer's the meanest son of a bitch.
I know it sounds crazy, but...
I seen something, and it wasn't good at all.
So all this is about one of those things you see, Clyde?
No, you don't understand. Oh, I understand.
You keep talking like that, they're gonna put you in a place
worse than your prison farm. We need to get out
while we can, Bonnie.
Clyde: Forget about Ray
and robbing banks; All of it.
Bonnie: And get into what, missionary work?
And-and if I have a dream...
About a purple, nine-eyed demon under our bed,
should we give up sleeping together?
You think I'm kidding around here, huh?
No.
We just risked our necks to bust Ray out
so that we could get done what we both agreed we were gonna do,
so we could get what we both wanted.
Yeah? Well, maybe I already got what I wanted.
And if I say it's time to shut it down, then,
it's time to shut it down, all right?
Well, maybe it is.
Maybe it is.
(Playing bluesy melody)
Bonnie?
I'm fine, Clyde.
Yeah? It's almost midnight... You gonna come to bed?
Will when I'm done bathin'.
(Insects chirping)
(Speaking indistinctly)
(Traffic passing)
(Train whistle blowing in distance)
Since when you smokin'?
What's going on, Bon?
You had some premonition or something.
I guess I got to try to understand that.
But I knew there were gonna be lawmen after us.
And whatever this Frank Hamer is to you,
he's just another one to me.
And I got to tell you what i see looking forward
isn't dark and foreboding at all.
I see the two of us
waking up one day with all this behind us,
with everything we ever dreamed of.
Now, maybe the road we're taking
(laughs): To get to dreamland...
Isn't the greatest.
But it's the road that called us.
And if you're...
Demanding we stop this thing
we're doing, then...
I don't know...
Maybe I'm gonna have to find some other way
to get where I'm supposed to be.
(Dogs barking in distance)
You ain't goin' nowhere.
♪ ♪
(Camera shutter clicking)
(Lively jazz playing)
♪ Got to flaunt your debutante wearing satin ♪
Hey, not like I break the lens or anything.
Snap a couple with me and Bonnie.
♪ ♪
All right.
♪ You'll find your toes'll be tappin' ♪
♪ dance and play your blues away ♪
♪ in Manhattan ♪
Ray: Get more of a close-up.
You're way back there.
You can hardly see our smiles.
♪ Uptown is the only town... ♪
Go ahead. What?
Ray: Mm-hmm.
That'll make you look mean.
Not to mention sexy.
Hey, Ray, you got some tobacco
on your lip.
Oh.
Yeah, let me see that.
I get it? Right there.
(Coughing)
Clyde: Come here.
Got you a little something for you.
Snap one like this first. Oh.
Bonnie: All right. Wait.
Make it even better, right here.
♪ Lots of cheer and music here in Manhattan ♪
♪ ♪
♪ here in Manhattan ♪
Like you look mean. Come on.
♪ Here in Manhattan. ♪ (Shutter clicking)
♪ ♪
(Song ends)
(Typewriters clacking, phones ringing)
♪ ♪
(Birds chirping)
Man: Was really excited to hear the governor and colonel Simmons
got you on board, captain Hamer... we can use
all the help we can get. And we narrowed it down
to a five-state area.
Barrow's only committed a couple of his crimes
outside of here, Texas.
You can tell by the density on the map
where he's done most of his damage.
We've, uh, got all the information
from the crimes in this journal here,
every detail you can imagine.
We've recovered
some of the clothes.
You could take a look at 'em if you want.
And, hell, if we weren't prohibited from crossing state lines
in our pursuit of him, we'd already have him by now.
Well, I-I ain't prohibited.
What I'd like is for you to just...
Stop talking for a minute, sheriff.
Give me a pencil?
One that works.
Mm...
What we got here is a creature of habit.
And unless he's changed his spots,
I'd say where he'd be next is...
Somewhere in missou'.
(Knocking)
Thought you might be interested in this.
Seems like the man that Bonnie and Clyde busted out of Eastham
just got picked up trying to thumb a ride. Where?
Joplin, Missouri.
(Quietly): Here. Thank you.
Thanks, Smoot.
Um, we'll be in touch.
Hamer: Well, that's why they bust you out, Ray?
No other jobs they might need another gun for?
Yeah.
They told me they wanted to track down Frank Hamer,
bust a cap on him when he was sleeping.
You know, Ray, I grouse hunt with judge Wexler.
Might be worth your while
to tell us something we don't know.
I ain't no stool, Hamer.
Fine, you do right by Barrow, but I'll tell you,
he done you no favors
by busting you out of Eastham.
Colonel Simmons, he ain't fond of runners, and he's tight
with judge Wexler.
I don't intervene on your behalf,
you ain't got one day left in your life
without Simmons' thumb stuck up your ass.
They were talking about getting back into banks.
Getting some banks with some real money.
Bonnie thought we'd pull some jobs the size
of what pretty boy was.
We could get out of criming sooner.
I don't know. Probably try to find somebody to take my place.
Got any specifics on which banks?
Who the somebody might be?
No.
They kept the planning to themselves. You better
tell me something I don't know about Bonnie and Clyde,
Ray.
Come on.
They stay in campgrounds!
Or just camp out
'less Bonnie can talk Clyde out of it.
He tends to run careful,
drive all night if he's spooked, always the backroads.
Keeps a stack of license plates, always switching 'em.
And fords,
Clyde loves big block fords.
Won't Jack a car 'less it's a v-8.
(Sighs)
Done us all a favor, Hamilton.
I'll talk to Wexler for you.
(Sighs)
(Newsboy shouting) Get a mug shot of Bonnie and Clyde to every bank
in the five-state area. Find out from Simmons
who Barrow consorted with in the pen who's no longer in the pen.
Doubt he'd break in again. See if we can get local law
to keep an eye on the cons, an eye out for Barrow.
Hinton: You know, a while back there was a burglary around big "D,"
and it wasn't just Clyde we went looking for.
Should think about getting somebody
on his big brother Buck.
Good.
See it's done.
But where am I gonna find you?
If Barrow drives a V-8, we got to upgrade our horse.
(Newsboy shouting indistinctly)
(Knocking)
(Footsteps approaching)
Coming.
I'll be damned. How you doing, big brother?
Good. Good. Real good.
You look good yourself.
Bonnie.
Well, you guys come in.
Her and blanche can bump gums. We'll all catch up.
Well, maybe best if you come out to the car.
Got a little hooch.
(Clyde speaks indistinctly)
(Door opens)
You told them no, didn't you?
(Sighs)
After the whiskey, what'd he promise you, the moon?
No, he didn't promise me the moon.
Just enough scratch to get us a home of our own, give us
a running start. Daddy, we're doing all right without them.
We're living at your father's house.
And he orders me around like a lapdog.
We ain't doing all right.
He's giving you an opportunity.
And so is Clyde.
Besides, he's my brother
and he needs me to look out for him.
Well, you'll both end up back in prison.
Ain't nothing bad gonna happen, all right, darling?
Just start packing. Uh...
What do you think you're doing?
We're married.
Well... I'll write to you.
(Grunts)
(Door closes) Daddy?
(Grunts) She ain't coming?
Probably for the best.
All right. (Starts engine)
Let's go.
Daddy!
Daddy! Looks like she changed her mind.
Am I stopping?
(Coughs)
Hey, Buck, you expecting any laws for supper?
Maybe they heard you was in town.
(Siren wailing)
Buck: Clyde the drive! (Whoops)
Go, baby!
(Whooping)
Baptism by fire, baby!
Adios!
(Fanfare playing)
Narrator: America's crime wave recently became
a full-fledged hurricane,
as Charles Arthur "pretty boy" Floyd
made headlines in Kansas City, committing
a brazen daylight attack to free Frank Nash,
a federal prisoner being returned to leavenworth.
Pretty boy and his ruthless associates opened fire
with Tommy guns blazing, outside the
Kansas city why the hell ain't we up there?
Train station, killing five lawmen
in what is becoming known as the Kansas City massacre.
(Fanfare ends)
♪ ♪
(Bell dings)
(Alarm bell ringing)
Let's go!
Hands up.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
(Screaming)
(Tires screeching)
Bonnie: The heck you do that for?
Thought I saw something.
(Door opens)
Don't think the workday's over.
Shouldn't you be out on the trail,
trying to put a bullet in someone's head?
You know how most outlaws get caught, miss Lane?
Enlighten me.
Tips.
From John Q. Public.
Problem with Bonnie and Clyde is we're not getting any.
Now, I appreciate you're trying to make your star on their skin.
But let me tell you the next beat
in this story of yours.
Pretty soon somebody else ends up dead,
and there ain't no way you can perfume that.
And you'll be wondering
if you hadn't painted Bonnie and Clyde like garbo and gable
maybe somebody would've stepped forward, done the right thing,
and this husband or that father wouldn't be dead at all.
If I don't write this story, someone else will.
I suppose, but I don't see anybody else
throwing out these photo spreads.
How'd you run across these pictures?
I'm good at what I do.
And I don't compromise my sources.
All the same, I'm gonna need to see the uncropped versions
of every one of these you got.
Yeah, well, I'm not inclined to give them to you.
I thought you might see it that way.
That's why... I got a warrant.
(Lively folk music playing)
Believe we got ourselves a shindig
in Stringtown.
What do you say we take a break, Clyde?
Probably best not to mix and mingle.
Come on, brother, we could all stand
to shake a leg. Been in this car all damn day.
Could jump a new car here
as well as anywhere.
'Sides, I got to tinkle.
Come on, sugar, let's have some fun.
(Folk music playing)
How 'bout something a little jumpier?!
Hey, how 'bout staying a little quieter?
And keeping that corn mash out of sight.
Hell with these people.
Got to get to work.
Keep an eye on big brother.
All right.
Come on, baby. Let's dance. Oh, no.
Come on. It's too fast for me, Daddy.
I don't want to. No, I don't want to. Come on.
Hey, give me that.
Go dance with your sister-in-law.
It's killing her being
a wallflower.
Bonnie?
All right. All right.
Yeah, yeah.
Try and keep up.
Come on.
(Laughs)
(Laughs) Look at you, Buck, you got a little shimmy in your shake.
Aw, hell, honey, you ain't seen nothing yet. (Laughs)
(Woman moaning)
(Laughter)
(Indistinct chatter)
(Laughter)
(Engine starts)
(Indistinct chatter)
Mind if I cut in?
Yeah, this ain't no kiddie dance.
Girl needs a man.
Beat it, sport.
(Buck and Bonnie laugh)
(Laughs)
What?
(Bonnie laughs)
What the hell you looking at, cracker?
Your ugly mug.
(People gasping)
(Music stops)
Let's go.
Man: Get out of here.
Officer: Hey, buddy.
(People screaming)
Get in.
Go, Clyde, go.
(Sighs)
Nine-sixteenths.
(Clanking)
Damn it.
I said nine-sixteenths.
What?
Gave me the wrong damn wrench.
And you stole the wrong ride.
What happened, Buck,
is you got drunk and stupid, and we killed a law.
You kill a law, the others ain't gonna stop now,
not ever. Well, Bonnie's the one
that got everyone looking our way, playing
to every farm boy like she played all those stuffed shirts
at the wedding she didn't invite you to. She was acting
like a hussy, dancing 'round like the queen of sheba.
She's right, Clyde,
but Bonnie's got you too tight
by the balls for you to even
see it. You'd better shut your mouth,
Marvin, or I'm gonna leave you
and brain-dead blanche
in a goddamn ditch! Are you threatening me?!
You want a taste of this?!
(Scoffs)
(Muttering): Dumb-ass baboon.
That's it.
Aah!
Aah, that's it!
(Grunting)
Son of a bitch.
Get his eyes, Daddy, get his eyes!
(Gunshot)
Buck, you want to blame me, that's fine.
Clyde, you want to blame Buck, that's fine, too,
but none of it's going to do us any good.
Lawman's dead... none of us are
happy about that,
but better him than us.
Come hell or high water, we're family.
We start fighting amongst ourselves, we might
as well be pissing in the wind.
You all right?
Buck: No, you hit me with a damn wrench.
Clyde: Yeah.
Had to against that right hook of yours.
(Sighs)
Let's put on them out-of-state plates.
Come on.
Dozen witnesses said they were sure
it was Bonnie they'd seen dancing.
Description of the fella that crippled Maxwell for life
matched that of Buck Barrow.
Nobody... (Clears throat)
Got as good a look at the man
who put a bullet in Eugene here, but, uh...
Pretty sure it was Clyde.
Eugene has three little ones.
So the witnesses said
that the driver... The man you think was Barrow...
Fired just once?
Seems to be the consensus.
Well, I'll leave y'all to it.
You think he was lucky, Ted,
man who fired once and shot middle of forehead?
It's hard to say.
Just so you know, I make my own luck.
I get a shot at the man who done this,
I'm shooting before he does.
Suggest
you do like.
Nobody appointed you executioner, Frank.
This man's doing it
right now.
If Barrow stays to form, he'll head east.
Alert police in Missouri and Louisiana
that Bonnie and Clyde might be looking for refuge
in their campgrounds, driving their back roads,
but I want to widen the net.
As of tomorrow, I want to be reading police reports
from Alabama, Georgia, Florida.
Yeah, but I thought we determined
they'd stay within that circle of yours.
Yeah, but I think killing cops is gonna push him
out of his usual circles.
♪ I'm happy, my cares have flown away ♪
♪ a new day with nothing in the way ♪
♪ and, darling, let's dance together till morning... ♪
Slice of heaven, huh?
♪ And you, you're so graceful... ♪
I'm fair-skinned;
too much lying in the sun ain't good for me.
Not to mention
what you're doing to my lungs
with those stupid havanas Buck stole.
All right, princess, let's go for a dip.
Shouldn't we be getting back to work soon?
You know, for being on holiday,
you seem kind of on edge.
Well, you're always on edge.
No, I'm not.
Well...
(Whoops)
(Laughter and whooping)
(Indistinct shouting)
No. Whoo!
Don't splash too much.
Watch my book.
Don't get my poetry wet.
Hinton: Frank,
you getting the idea it might be time
to head back to Texas?
Nope. (Spits)
I was thinking it's time to scratch my balls.
Missouri.
And those pictures.
Where are those damn pictures?
What pictures?
Them newspaper photos.
Yeah.
(Chuckles)
Son of a bitch.
Get the car, Ted.
We're going to Florida.
Help you with something?
Doubtful unless you got any guests registered
to Missouri plates 89983.
Supposed to be my day off.
Instead I got called in
on this scavenger hunt to nowhere.
Been to every hostel and inn, and...
Well, hello, nurse.
Ain't getting nothing but a whole lot of butt sweat
for my efforts.
In bungalow seven.
Oh, shit.
Your phone, uh, I need your phone.
Hey, no need to get riled.
I saw 'em drive off this morning.
Goddamn it.
But they-they're coming back.
Uh, they ain't even checked out.
Who y'all looking for?
Bonnie and Clyde.
(Whistles)
Dale McClanahan.
I'm in charge here.
Heard a lot about you, captain Hamer.
Saw your snipers out there, Dale,
and the police cruisers out back,
and there's more men in here than we need.
I'd recommend him
and him,
go get in the cruisers and drive
them and themselves back to the station.
Your snipers... I want 'em in here where Barrow can't see 'em,
and I can tell 'em what I need 'em to do.
(Panting)
You do speak English, don't you,
Dale?
Let's go.
Buck: Whoo, when we get back, I'm gonna fry
these babies up, and we can call
this fish rodeo a success.
Bonnie: I don't eat fish... too fishy.
Well, now you tell me.
(Mouthing)
Bonnie: You've read the story of Jesse James
of how he lived and died.
If you're still in need of something to read
here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
They call them cold-blooded killers
they say they are heartless and mean
but I say this with pride, that I once knew Clyde
when he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around
kept taking him down and locking him up in a cell
till he said to me, "I'll never be free...
So I'll meet a few of them in hell."
What are you doing?
♪ ♪
(Footsteps approaching)
(Knocking)
McClanahan.
We found the car, captain Hamer.
Missouri plates
89983, abandoned in Biloxi.
We got no lead where Barrow and his gang might be.
Why'd you do it, Frank?
Why'd you come out of retirement for Bonnie and Clyde?
The money.
I heard you were making more as a union Buster.
Well, you know, it's not just the salary.
Remember that pickled toe of Barrow's
that Simmons threw at me?
I got that in a cupboard at home.
It's Barrow's saxophone,
Bonnie's typewriter, their clothes, their guns.
It's memorabilia, Ted.
There's a whole network out there.
You get as much notoriety as those two,
their stuff'll sell for hundreds, thousands.
Longer you hang onto it, the more it's worth.
So all them other outlaws you took care of...
Is there much money in memorabilia?
I could give two shits about
memorabilia, money.
I came back because there is no better feeling on this earth
than putting a bullet in the brain of somebody
you and God and any half-decent person knows
needs a bullet put in 'em.
Is this the best this damn thing can do?
(Engine revving)
How's that? (Bonnie laughs)
Clyde: Sometimes something happens, something terrible avoided,
but that don't mean it was for the better.
If I wouldn't have had that inkling about Hamer,
it'd have all been over in Florida,
and Bonnie would've gotten her biggest headline then.
And there'd have been a lot less mess.
Clyde: Everybody get on the ground right now!
Bonnie: Don't mess with Bonnie and Clyde.
(Typing)
Clyde: Get in the vault!
Clyde: Everybody on the damn ground right now!
Clyde: Ain't nobody gonna catch us...
(Men whooping)
That's perfect right there.
Here. Okay.
This thing don't want to stay on there for some reason.
Cookies!
Oh, look at that, huh?
Thank you, honey.
And they're nice and warm, too. You want one?
Girl: Cookie. Man: Good job on that.
Doyle?
(Car starting)
What the hell?!
Hey! Hey, stop!
Hey, get out of my car! Hey! Hey!
Clyde?
You open this door! Let go!
Hey!
(Grunts)
Doyle?!
Doyle? Doyle? Doyle.
(Guttural gasping) Doyle? Doyle?
(Gasping continues) Doyle?
Woman (Crying): Help!
It's Christmas.
Could have just pushed him off.
Christmas day.
He had a gun.
Y'all saw it, right?
(Indistinct chatter)
(Car door closes)
(Footsteps approaching)
How you going to perfume this, miss Lane?
(Indistinct chatter)
Where's the body?
How many bullets?
(Camera shutter clicks)
(Indistinct chatter)
Man: Yes, ma'am.
Where's my story?
I'm not sure if I can cover them anymore.
Try saying that different.
A lot different.
I just can't help thinking
I've been aiding and abetting,
sir.
We sell newspapers, P.J. It isn't our fingers
pulling the trigger.
You know this story better than anyone.
You got to turn it so you can live with yourself,
turn it.
If Bonnie and Clyde are the bad guys,
make 'em the bad guys.
(Phone ringing)
(Phone ringing through)
She thought he had a gun, Buck.
I didn't say nothing.
Yeah, well, don't.
All right? You neither, blanche.
All right.
How's your mother?
Oh, she's just fine, yeah. Thanks for asking.
(Sniffles) All right.
(Car engine starts)
Clyde: Maybe you ought to lighten up.
Prohibition's over.
You lighten up.
You got a play on your Jack of hearts.
I saw that.
(Bonnie moaning loudly)
Wish she'd just shut up.
She don't even mean it.
Why they always get the bigger room?
Why she always the one divvying up the money?
Can we just play dominoes, damn it?
She talks about family, us all sticking together,
but she's just out for herself.
She's shorting us, Buck.
That little hope chest of hers?
You noticed how she never opens it when anyone's around?
No, I haven't.
It's probably just her underthings.
In any damn case, it's none of your damn business.
Like hell it isn't.
And I was right there behind her,
and I sure didn't see no gun.
(Bonnie moans)
(Clyde laughs)
(Bonnie and Clyde laugh)
(Sighs)
(Vehicle approaching)
(Gasps)
(Dog barking)
(Barking continues)
Got to go, got to go.
Buck? Buck, we got company.
Daddy? (Whispers): Get the light, get the light.
Okay. Daddy, what's going on?
(Whispering)
(Crickets chirping)
Hey...
(Zippering)
(Whispers): Get down.
(Breath quivering) Get down.
This is the police!
We've got you surrounded!
Come out with your hands up!
(Crickets chirping)
You got one minute to exit the building.
(Whispering): Stay low, grab our stuff.
All right, all right.
(Glass shatters)
(Automatic gunfire)
(Shouting)
(Automatic gunfire)
(Grunting)
(Grunts)
(Gunfire)
(Glass shattering)
(Gasps) Oh! No!
Clyde: Leave the damn box!
Bonnie: No, no, I'm not leaving it. No.
(Gasps)
The hell you doing?!
Let's go! Let's get going!
(Distorted gunfire)
(Screaming)
(Crying): Daddy!
No, Daddy!
(Blanche crying) (Buck shouts)
(Shouts)
Come on! (Panting)
(Panting) (Blanche sobbing)
What the hell were you doing, cutting your damn toenails?!
(Grunts) (Blanche screams)
No, Daddy!
(Distorted): Daddy, no!
No!
(Blanche shouting indistinctly)
(Shouting)
(Officers grunting)
(Gunfire continues) (Blanche crying)
(Footsteps approaching) Howdy.
Evening.
Uh, evening to you.
Uh... (Chuckles) If I could get some...
Just a can of coffee
and some beans and...
A loaf of that bread there, too.
Some ice. I could use some ice.
Yeah.
Yeah, also some of those bandages
over there, too.
(Chuckles) And, uh...
How 'bout a can of that lighter fluid right there?
Yeah.
Is that it?
What's the damage?
That'll be $1.75.
(Clears throat)
All right.
Can I, uh...
Help you with that?
No, no, no. Oh, my... Yeah, I sprained my shoulder
playing baseball with friends.
Yeah.
(Grunts) Keep the change.
We brought everything we had and gave it good.
They just got lucky.
Lucky?
Unless I'm mistaken, didn't you and I have a conversation
that I'd be here in the morning
and take charge of the apprehension?
We had reason to believe
that they might be gone come morning. Mm-hmm.
Really?
Had nothing to do with you wanting to make a name
for yourself by collaring Bonnie and Clyde?
Man (Outside): It was like nothing I've ever seen. It was like
the fourth of July and then some, with Bonnie doing the shooting.
I only saw her for an instant as their car raced by.
I'll never forget her.
She was the one firing that Tommy.
Good girl, Ted?
Jesus, you're sweet on her.
Just got word out of Iowa. Clerk at a market in Dexter,
works as a night marshal, just ID'd Clyde Barrow.
You tell 'em to wait till I got there? Tried,
but my deputy heard it from a dispatcher.
Sounds like the train... damn big one from what he understood...
Just left the station.
Why's every idiot with a badge
got to try to out-idiot the other?
(Engine starts)
(Buck moaning) Shh.
Shh.
It's cold, Bonnie, we're cold.
(Shuddering breaths)
Got a good fire burning now. It'll be okay.
Blanche: Can't take no more of Daddy's hurt.
Got to do something about Daddy's hurt.
(Moans)
Put some ice on his head. (Moans)
Should take down the swelling, ease his pain.
There's also bandages in the other one.
Can't hardly see, Clyde.
I was talking to Bonnie.
(Sighs)
Bonnie: Your brother walked five Miles into town
to get you this ice, Buck.
(Moans)
Shh...
Gonna get you home.
Don't got a home.
(Moans)
(Buck moaning) (Blanche crying)
Shh...
No!
No...
(Birds chirping)
(Coughs)
They're coming.
Come on. Wake up right now. They're coming.
(Gasps) Uh... Daddy.
- Daddy, come on. - Hustle up, hustle up!
(Shouts indistinctly)
Come on. Coming right now.
(Man shouts indistinctly)
(Grunting)
Ready!
Fire!
(Gunshots)
(Tires screech)
Everybody, out!
(Gunshots)
(Automatic gunfire)
Daddy. Daddy, come on. Come on.
(Gunfire, gunshots)
Down by the tree! Go on, go on!
I'm on 'em!
(Distorted gunfire)
(Grunts)
(Tires screech)
(Panting)
(Gunshots)
(Panting)
(Man shouting indistinctly)
(Shouts)
(Blanche screams)
Blanche: No! (Buck grunting)
Daddy!
(Crying)
Man: Barrow, that's enough!
It's over! No, Buck.
Clyde, help us, please!
Please. No... (Crying) Drop your weapon!
Come out with your hands up!
Do you hear me, Barrow?!
You're finished, Barrow!
Come on out!
Blanche: No!
(Blanche crying)
(Gunshots)
(Crying)
(Crying): No, please.
No!
(Engine starting)
♪ ♪
No laws are after us, Clyde.
(Panting)
Listen...
I loved Buck.
I couldn't be more sorry about what happened to him.
Yeah, well, look on the bright side...
You'll probably get a nice headline out of it.
That isn't fair.
What isn't fair is my brother
lying back there with half his damn head blown off.
I didn't want him involved.
Well, he got involved.
(Sighs)
And even if he dies,
people are going to remember him.
Clyde... Buck got to be a part of something,
something that's bigger than all of us.
You know how many people get nothing but 60 years
of nobody knowing they're alive, absolutely nothing?
And that's all you care about, isn't it?
People knowing who you are.
Said you weren't a horrible person, Bonnie,
but I was wrong.
You don't care about Buck.
You don't love me.
No, I'm just a footnote in the story of you.
Every time the blood
was leaking out of some poor bastard,
you figured just as much ink flowed
to building up the legend of Bonnie Parker.
And Christmas... that wasn't cause for mercy, was it, huh?
No, that was just reason
for the papers to print your picture bigger, huh?
You never saw a goddamn gun, did you?
Did you?
Did you?! Clyde!
(Groans)
Bonnie.
(Gasps)
(Whimpered screams)
Get me out, get me out, get me out.
(Whimpered screams)
Right through here.
(Sobbing)
(Coughs)
At least one of 'em got banged up, maybe burned.
They'll be looking for safe harbor.
I want to get word out to every gang member that ever worked with 'em,
to the families of all
the gang members, there's full pardons
and reward money for anyone who gives up Barrow.
Well, I hope someone does.
Been on this a while.
(Exhales)
And we'll be on it...
Till it's finished.
(Winces)
Gonna get you better, Bon.
(Sighs)
You should have just let me burn.
If you meant even half of what you said,
I got no reason to keep breathing.
You got every reason.
(Wincing)
Shh, hush now.
(Sighs)
Hey, you remember when Clyde didn't even trust you
to be a lookout, Bon?
Pretty boy himself would run away
if he ran into you now.
Probably loves you, though, you pushed him
right off the front page.
Pretty keen on staying out of the limelight now,
Henry.
Understood.
There's no better place to do it than nowhere Louisiana.
Really appreciate you putting us up.
Hell, ain't no skin off my teeth.
It's a honor to do it.
Sure your father doesn't mind us bunking down here?
Ah, don't worry about him.
Hiding three fugitives
is no harder than one.
You keep us in groceries, he'll be happy enough.
(Chuckles)
Hell, breakfast with Bonnie and Clyde.
I had a dream, Cly.
What'd you dream about?
Johnny.
He was the cutest little thing,
all bundled in his crib and laughing.
Not a care in the world.
I dreamed we had a baby.
Johnny didn't have his father's
funny little nose, did he?
(Laughs)
He had the most perfect nose,
curly blond hair.
Blond? (Laughs)
And pretty green eyes like his Daddy.
(Phone ringing)
Iverson Methvin.
Yeah, I got 'em both...
Are you sure you can make everything
my boy's done dirty come clean, Mr. Hamer?
I don't know how much longer.
A few days, maybe a week.
She ain't doing real good.
Okay.
There's a reward, right?
Bienville Parish, Louisiana.
(Hangs up phone)
W-where we going, Clyde?
Texas.
Figure we should see your family, your mama and mine,
get some new clothes.
But you bought that easter ham for the Methvins.
Yeah, we pretty much played out our welcome.
Mama will be so happy to see us.
(Indistinct conversations)
Yeah, you are so cute.
Man: Missed that one.
They were selling these little darlings, Clyde.
They were practically giving 'em away.
Nah, I don't like rabbits; They're dirty.
He's a heck of a lot cleaner than you.
I don't want that thing in the car.
It's a present for my mama, Clyde.
Fine, if that's how you feel,
just take the dirty little bunny and give it back.
(Indistinct chatter)
What you drinking, mom?
Whatever I please.
Yeah, well, it don't look to be pleasing you.
You look miserable.
What in hell would I have to be miserable about?
It ain't helping anyway.
I ought to get me some
of whatever pharmaceutical Roy Thornton's wife's
floating on over there.
She's in a lot of pain.
Pretty sure the two of you have given
a lot more than you've gotten.
These days with the suns...
Those are the days you've come visit.
No matter what you did, I was always happy
to see my little ray of sunshine.
But Buck... He was trying to be good.
The fact that you done so much bad,
you couldn't even go to your own brother's funeral...
Mom.
You're the reason he's dead and buried, Clyde,
not the cops that shot him, not the fates.
It's just you.
(Singing softly)
Look at your cute little ears.
Hey, I was thinking we need to start
weaning you off that amytal.
You are so cute,
mama's just gonna eat you up.
Mmm. You hear what I'm saying?
Yeah, but right now I've just got to say,
it's just making things easier.
You know what?
Mama's not gonna appreciate you near as much as us.
(Motorcycles approaching)
We're gonna keep you, Sonny boy.
What do you think about that?
Hey.
You folks all right?
Well, we're as right as right can be.
Just enjoying the day.
Fixin' to have a little picnic,
uh, just over there by that tree.
That's a fine enough spot for that.
Right? Yep.
Just wanted to make sure you're okay. Thank you.
All right. Happy easter, miss.
(Gunshot) (Grunts)
(Two gunshots)
(Quiet gasping)
(Coughing)
(Gunshot)
See how his head bounced, Clyde?
Just like a rubber ball.
♪ ♪
Man: The lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
(sobbing quietly) For his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil:
For though art with me; Thy rod and thy staff
they comfort me.
Clyde: My great-grandma said the good book
called the apple Eve ate "the fruit of knowledge."
(Dramatic movie music plays) I never understood why knowledge
was thought to be the root of so much suffering.
Newsreel narrator: The ongoing saga of Bonnie and Clyde
took another dark turn on easter Sunday,
as two young lawmen, E.B. Wheeler and holloway Murphy,
were gunned down outside the notorious
outlaw couple's hometown of Dallas.
Wheeler's widow, slated to marry the man
she called E.B. The following weekend,
found herself wearing her wedding gown
to a much less festive affair.
And while Bonnie and Clyde had at one time
been virtual folk heroes,
a rancher who witnessed the event
was far from impressed with what he saw.
Man: And after she shot that lawman, she said, uh,
"see how his head bounced, Clyde?
Like a rubber ball."
(People gasping) That's what she said.
(Bonnie mouthing silently) Do you believe that? "Like a rubber ball."
Man, oh, man.
Narrator: The hunt continues for Bonnie and Clyde,
who are believed to be hiding out in Louisiana.
Police have set up roadblocks on all roads
leading to other states...
Clyde: But on that easter Sunday,
i tasted the apple.
And the knowledge it gave me,
of what I needed to do,
wasn't sweet at all.
♪ ♪
(Phone rings)
Methvin residence.
Yeah.
It's Clyde Barrow.
Yeah.
All right, I'll see you then.
(Phone rings)
Hamer.
This is Methvin.
(Methvin continues indistinctly)
Everything's been arranged.
Barrow's on his way here.
Should be here in a couple of days.
Thank you, Mr. Methvin.
We'll make good on our promises to your boy.
What are we doing back here, Clyde Champion?
Called Methvin while you were dosing.
Gonna pick him up, and...
Figure we could pull a few jobs in Louisiana,
maybe push into Arkansas.
You know what I been thinking, Clyde?
I ain't no mind reader.
We should lie in wait for him.
Who?
Frank Hamer.
Put one in him
instead of the other way around.
Get us a hell of a headline, too.
Who gives two damns about that?
Just... be nice to be able to sleep better at night.
Yeah.
(Birds chirping)
Something wrong, Clyde?
No.
Just enjoying how beautiful everything is.
♪ ♪
You don't have to shoot, Ted.
Yeah, Frank...
(Cocks rifle) I do.
That's Methvin's truck, isn't it?
Mm.
(Birds chirping)
Clyde?
I've always loved you, Bonnie.
♪ ♪
(Gunfire booming)
(Gunfire fades)
♪ ♪
(Low, indistinct chatter)
(Reporters shouting questions)
Lane: Mr. Hamer, you shot them down in cold blood?
What do you say to the accusations
you shot them down in cold blood?
You think it was fair, Mr. Hamer,
that you didn't give Bonnie and Clyde a warning,
just executed them?
Ma'am, I'm afraid what we all gave Bonnie and Clyde
was exactly what they wanted.
(Flashbulb pops)
(Reporters shouting questions)
(Reporters continue shouting)
♪ ♪ (Birds chirping)
Clyde: Sometimes I like to think that fever of unexplained origin,
that I never came out of the other side,
and the rest of my life...
(Exhales) None of it ever happened.
Especially that part where I got shot 37 times...
(Chuckles)
Giving my Bonnie Parker...
Her big ending.
♪ ♪
♪ if it be your will ♪
♪ that I speak no more ♪
♪ and my voice be still ♪
♪ as it was before ♪
♪ I will speak no more ♪
♪ I shall abide until ♪
♪ I am spoken for ♪
♪ if it be your will. ♪
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