Clyde?
I've always loved you, Bonnie.
I've always loved you.
Bonnie & Clyde Part 1
- sync and corrections by Zac - - www.addic7ed.com -
♪ ♪ (man talking indistinctly)
(brakes squeak)
(engine sputtering, hissing)
(crow cawing)
(bell clanging) How long is it gonna take?
Till it cools off.
(children chattering, whooping)
(excited chatter)
Hey, keep them kids out of there! Hey, hey, hey!
Slow down! Whoa, whoa!
(excited chatter continues)
Get back.
Did you hear me? Get back over here!
What is it?
(excited chatter continues) Get back. Come on.
Boys, get away from there! Somebody get them out of here!
Do you hear me?
I was born Clyde Chestnut Barrow
in Telico, Texas, on March 24, 1909.
♪ ♪
(horse neighs)
Being Christian, I don't much believe in astrology,
but I'm told I'm an Aries.
Three and seven are my favorite numbers,
and I keep a horseshoe under my bed for good luck.
I like fast cars,
girls you want to talk to much as undress,
and my mama.
When I was nine years old,
I contracted a fever of unexplained origin.
Almost died before I really started living.
(flies buzzing)
My great-grandma said that was why the Lord saw fit
to bless me with what she called "the second sight."
(birds chirping)
Clyde?
♪ ♪
What on earth you think you're doing?
♪ ♪
Know what'll happen if you get yourself better, little Clyde?
I'll be out there waiting on you... that's what.
(distorted breath) (flies buzzing)
I don't think he dead yet.
(sighs)
(muttering indistinctly)
(kiss): Mmm!
(baby crying)
Come on.
It needs more pepper.
No. I made what you like; you'll eat it the way I make it.
Now, have a seat.
I think it needs more pepper.
Daddy,
- can I ask you a question? - Sure.
- Do you believe in angels? - Well, course I do.
You got one there on your shoulder.
(baby bawling)
Course, you got a devil
on the other one. Ooh, baby, baby, baby.
No meat again?
(baby fussing)
You're a keen one, you know that, Marvin?
Told you I don't want to be called that no more.
He wants to be called Buck, Daddy.
- That's right, it's Buck. - Well, how about we compromise
and call you a horse's ass? Now, sit down
and eat your damn peas.
(mutters indistinctly)
Ooh, Hallelujah!
Clouds be gone!
Clyde Chestnut's got better! Oh...!
Mmm! You're my little ray of sunshine...
(kiss) Aren't you, Clyde? (laughs)
♪ ♪ (chickens clucking)
My criminal career began with my brother Buck...
Hurry up.
Stealing chickens.
- I'm trying! - We got to go!
Hey!
- Come on, Marvin! - It's Buck, doggone it!
♪ ♪
- Go! Go, go! - I'm going!
Clyde!
♪ ♪
Stop!
You old coot!
♪ ♪
(distorted panting)
Maybe if I hadn't found Bonnie Parker,
all I'd ever be known for was stealing chickens.
(distorted panting)
♪ ♪
(distorted gunfire)
(distorted panting)
Come on!
(panting)
♪ ♪
You got music in your bones, little man.
Something eating at you, Clyde?
(stops strumming)
I saw something again, Mama.
Something happening to Buck.
Oh, something might happen to Buck, Clyde,
but I don't need none of Great-Grandma's
second sight nonsense to know that.
Ain't nothin' to it, you hear me? Nothin'.
What a smart kid does...
And that's what you are, Clyde...
He don't wait around for visions of the future.
He starts to make the future happen
by what he does today.
You ain't just smart; you got a good heart.
Mmm.
Now, get your little butt to bed. All right.
♪ ♪
(crow cawing in distance)
(birds chirping, chickens clucking)
(sighs)
Marvin.
Time to wake up.
Buck.
Get your ugly butt up; got a hard day's work.
No.
(sighs): Oh, boy.
Hey, Clyde!
Ever seen a car like that?
That's a Ford Model A Victoria,
four cylinders, leather back,
about 40 horses under the hood.
Do about 50 without blowing a gasket, maybe 55.
(chuckles)
(lively music playing, indistinct chatter)
Sound like booze to you?
Don't think we're dressed for the occasion.
Let's go home. What we lack in tailoring,
we'll make up for... with charm.
Come on.
Come on! Free drinks!
(indistinct chatter)
All right, all right, hey, hey!
Hold it down for a second. I'm gonna need
all the boys that ain't hitched yet.
Come to the middle of the floor.
(men whooping)
Leg, please?
(men whooping)
Right on time.
(laughter, whooping, whistles)
Oh, this one's mine, boys, this one's mien.
(laughter)
Here it comes!
(distorted): Whoa!
(catches garter)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪ (birds chirping)
(lively music playing)
(man whoops)
(fiddle music, chatter fading)
(tenor sax playing mellow theme)
(mellow tenor sax theme continues)
(lively fiddle music returns)
I think you been gawking at the bride long enough.
Why don't you and your buddy take
your party-crashin' asses out of here.
Hey. You hear me, boy?
Oh, I hear you, but, uh...
Unless you plan on using that thing,
don't touch me again.
Come on, Clyde.
Company ain't worth a good goddamn anyway.
(exhales) Thanks for the drink, sport.
♪ ♪
Jesus, Clyde, that girl's playing to everybody. Come on.
But I didn't see it like that.
I thought Bonnie Parker had always been looking for me,
like I'd always been looking for her.
♪ ♪
(insects chirping)
(man grunting)
Ah... Ah.
(panting)
(exhales)
(panting): Oh...
Gonna be gone a couple weeks.
I got some business in Amarillo.
What about my business?
What, you mean show business?
(panting)
You know how many girls out there
are dreaming that same dream?
No, Roy. How many?
Too many.
You saying we aren't going to New York in the spring
like we talked?
Just saying we're going to Amarillo first.
And Los Angeles in the fall.
Yeah.
Los Angeles in the fall.
You're full of shit, aren't you, Roy?
(sighs)
Jesus.
You expect me to just waste my life
wearing out my feet and hands
down at Marco's greasy spoon, don't you?
This-this ain't living, brother.
This is dirt getting so far up my butt crack
it's starting to leak into my damn head.
You're lazy, you know it?
Lazy people never get nowhere.
Hey, know that butt crack I was talking about?
Why don't you give it a big kiss?
They say everyone's a product of their time and place.
Well, Bonnie and my time was the dirty '30s,
and our place in it was pretty close to rock bottom.
(indistinct chatter)
Never told me what you thought about my plan.
Ain't a plan.
That's a blueprint to get your ass thrown in the hoosegow.
You go in there on a Saturday when they're closed,
they ain't gonna have enough money in that safe
to last you the weekend.
Plus, you'd have to steal wheels to get away,
'cause there isn't any woods to hide in for a half mile.
So you have thought about it.
No, I haven't.
Well, you got a better idea?
Maybe.
(whooping) All right!
(whooping continues)
Yeah!
We got it!
(whooping)
I knew it would work! I knew it!
(laughter)
(siren wailing)
We got laws.
Go! Step on it!
(tires squealing)
Come on.
Never catch Clyde the Drive!
(laughing)
(whooping)
(horn honks) Clyde!
(tires squealing)
(horn honks)
(whooping)
Ain't nobody gonna catch us Barrow boys.
(laughter)
Evening, folks!
(gunshots)
Shit.
(gunshots)
(gunshots continue, tires squealing)
Hell, Clyde, it's a dead end.
Let's go.
Hey, leave the damn safe.
Come on. To hell with that.
Leave the damn safe! No!
(sirens wailing)
(tires squealing)
Hold it!
Stop! Police!
(gunshots)
Stop! Police!
Freeze!
(dog barking)
Give it up, boy!
This way!
Down here, by the pond!
Hold it!
Slow down, boy!
You can't get away!
We got him!
(chickens clucking)
Just got back from the pen in Huntsville.
Marvin all right?
How come you haven't been to see him?
Not a big fan of penitentiaries.
- Well, he asked about you. - He asked if you were being safe.
Told me to tell you it wasn't safe to go swimming
out in Colter's pond.
He said safe, like, four times,
like it was code or something.
Well, Buck isn't as sharp as you, Nell.
I doubt he has the smarts to talk in code.
(chuckles)
Hey, why aren't you in school?
'Cause school's for saps.
What'd you just say, little sister?
Relax. Mrs. Rose got sick and sent us home.
All right.
- And you didn't finish school. - Yeah, well, I should've.
I should've.
You want to be like brother Buck?
Or you want to be like idiot Clyde?
Hey, I got some gossip you might find interesting.
Really?
Don't we have an arrangement?
(chuckles)
All right, this better be good.
You extortion Annie over here.
So, rumor has it Roy took off again.
Uh-huh. It's the third time he done it.
And Ella Jean told lris Cantor's sister
who told me what Bonnie wrote in her diary on New Year's Eve.
She said if Roy didn't come back by the stroke of midnight,
her and Roy was all done.
Hmm.
She moved in with her mama.
(birds chirping)
(thumps)
(thumping)
(grunting)
(scoffs) Unless you've got the money to purchase,
you mind keeping your grubbies off my silks?
You seem more of a cotton kind of fella, anyway.
Well, today I'm feeling kind of silk.
Come on.
Don't you think silk's a little pricey for a fella like you?
- You getting fresh with me? - No, ma'am.
I sure as hell wouldn't get fresh with you.
You know what, why don't you just go back
to whatever hole you got your fingers so dirty digging out of?
All right, but before I climb into said hole,
could I buy all five of them here shirts?
Got the money right here.
You get out of here. You go on.
You get before I call the laws.
Go on.
People are always trying to blame others
for what goes wrong in their lives,
but the real culprit's usually a lot closer to home.
(alarm ringing)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
(gasping)
(screams)
Bonnie?
What happened, Bonnie?
What's wrong?
(gasping continues) Whatever it is, honey,
whatever it is, it will be okay.
Oh.
They said no, didn't they?
It'll be okay, sweetheart. Your time will come.
(gasping continues) Oh.
You're a precious thing.
The most precious thing.
(sighs)
Oh, you've got to learn to keep yourself calm.
Scared the daylights out of your mama.
Worse fit you ever had.
I'm almost 20.
My husband left me,
and I'm stuck here in Cement City
with prospects none, Mama.
(sighs)
You will do no such thing.
You will keep this with your special things.
Most girls don't even have the gumption
to get a rejection letter from a movie studio.
So there.
Up, up, up.
The memories you've given me.
You know there were over 100 kids trying to win this?
And why...
Texas Monthly didn't publish your poems...
"The squirrel makes his case,
"yappy, quite sure
"that his song is elixir,
- melancholy's cure." - Mama,
they're not that good. (laughing): Oh...
And when all those kids froze up
and forgot their parts... (laughs)
You got that audience clapping.
Cartwheels, handsprings.
Who's got the moxie to just take over like that?
You gave them what they wanted, Bon.
But I never even got to my soliloquy.
Maybe I'll never get to my soliloquy.
Oh... (laughs)
I will never forget this day.
(organ playing) And now Miss Bonnie Parker
would like to sing a song for her father.
(organ stops playing)
This was my daddy's favorite song.
(organ playing)
He's a devil
In his own hometown
On the level
He's as funny as a clown
Down at the fair
With all the other heckers
He received first prize
For playin' checkers
And he cheated! Can you beat it?
He's a devil in his own hometown.
(knocking)
(birds chirping)
Evenin', Mrs. Parker.
I'd like to see your daughter,
as I've got intentions to take her out.
- Is she expecting you? - No, ma'am.
We've never really met.
Bonnie?
Believe you've got a gentleman caller.
Uh, uh, uh, Mr...?
Barrow.
Clyde "Champion" Barrow.
You were at my wedding.
I was.
Friend of the Groom's?
You talked to Roy recently, have you?
(laughs quietly)
Guess you're not one much to let the kettle cool.
Not me.
Is this car yours?
Tonight it sure is.
(shifts gears)
Keep 'em both on the wheel, huh?
All right.
♪ ♪
(lively jazz playing, indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
(laughter)
(laughing)
What can I get you?
Two fingers of whiskey'd be nice for me.
- Whiskey sounds good. - How about you put
- a little soda in hers, though. - Yes, sir.
(laughs)
You gonna be all right for a minute, Bonnie Parker?
Sure. Where you going?
Well, music's callin'.
I'm just answering the bell.
(mid-tempo jazz playing)
♪ ♪
(playing jazzy solo)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪ (lively chatter)
Ooh! (laughs)
(Bonnie laughs)
♪ ♪
(lively jazz, chatter fade)
(mellow jazz theme playing)
♪ ♪
(mellow jazz theme continues)
♪ ♪
(lively jazz returns)
I don't know if I can remember a night
that can hold a candle to this.
It's almost like it's meant to be.
Like you and me.
You can't talk about "meant to be"
when we haven't even kissed yet.
Uh-uh.
I didn't say I wanted to kiss you.
Yeah, you did.
So, you're convinced after one date
and one middling kiss that I'm the girl
that's gonna make your dreams come true?
Mm-mm. Nope.
I'm convinced I'm the man that's gonna make yours come true.
(lively jazz fades) (distorted scraping)
(distorted, muffled jazz, chatter)
(distorted, echoing boom)
(echoing boom)
(distorted booming continues)
(lively jazz returns)
I get clear, I'll come callin'.
(distorted boom)
Hold it! Stop!
(woman screams) All right, don't nobody move!
Get out of the way!
Move!
Get on the back door!
We're shuttin' the joint down!
Don't nobody move!
You're all under arrest!
This is an illegal establishment!
Don't nobody move and nobody gets hurt!
Where do you think you're going?
Huh?
Oh, I know you.
He's the other joker who stole that safe.
You want a slice of cobbler with that joe, Ted?
Uh, just coffee today, Bonnie.
(song playing in background)
Something on your mind?
Yeah, actually.
Heard you got dragged out of a speakeasy last night.
Who the heck you seeing taking you to a place like that?
What do you think your mama would say?
What are you gonna do, tell her?
Nah.
Herald might.
(birds chirping)
(dog barking in distance)
Things slow down at Marco's?
(sighs) Nothin' new about that.
It's nice of you
to... try to spare me the indignity,
but Mrs. Haskell called as soon as she saw it.
She tried to sound so distraught.
Sure she got on the party line and clucked
about my wayward daughter to all the gossip hens.
Well, you're the one that let him in.
Get that out of here.
♪ ♪
Choices made.
Roads gone down or turned away from.
From my experience,
trying to figure out why people do the things they do
defies all logic.
(music box playing simple melody)
Clyde Barrow...
(music box continues playing simple melody)
and Bonnie Parker.
Clyde and Bonnie.
♪ ♪
Bonnie and Clyde.
♪ ♪ (low whoosh)
Maybe if somebody left open a door they shut,
maybe if we were living in times of milk and honey
instead of grit and piss, Bonnie might've just faded off
into obscurity.
♪ ♪
Maybe if everywhere you looked
they weren't celebrating anyone who dared rise up...
Hell... maybe if I wouldn't have promised
to make all her dreams come true,
Bonnie would've forgotten all about me.
(applause) Lord knows she should've.
(audience cheering)
(applause, cheering continue)
(Clyde continues clapping)
♪ ♪
(distorted gunshot) (echoing yell)
(door slams)
Can I, uh, help you with something?
I hope so.
I wanted to see one of your prisoners.
Mr. Clyde Barrow.
I'm Clyde's wife.
Oh, that's, uh... that's a nice ring.
And I'd like to help,
but we're just a holding tank here.
There's no visitation allowed, even spousal.
(gasping)
Oh, ma'am, you all right?
I don't know.
We haven't even gone on our honeymoon yet,
and he's gonna be sent away to hard time, I know it.
And I'm gonna be left alone for God knows how long.
Your wife's here, Barrow.
Hello, honey.
Let's make it short and sweet.
Jesus, Bonnie, I can't believe you're here.
What are you doing?
Where'd you get that? It isn't important.
Bullshit, it's not. Don't want you getting mixed up in this.
- For Pete's sake, - Clyde, take the gun.
Don't take it.
We'll be in federal lockup by Friday.
Well, nobody asked you, cracker.
You got one minute.
Clyde Barrow,
if anything's meant to be between us,
I think it better start being now.
(clicks)
It's empty.
Well, I didn't know that.
And neither will they.
I borrowed my uncle's car.
I'll be waiting
by Miller's Creek until midnight.
(whispering): Lord have mercy.
(crickets chirping)
Stop!
Ain't nowhere for you to go!
Hold it right there!
We got you, Turner!
Barrow!
That's it.
Oh!
Move over.
Blast away.
Barrow!
Don't you do it!
(gunshots)
(whooping)
Ain't even in third yet.
I got your suit in the back.
Even got us a place to go.
Aah!
(moans)
♪ ♪
What?
I used to keep a horseshoe under my bed for good luck.
(chuckles)
(moans)
You aren't the only one feeling lucky, Mr. Barrow.
♪ ♪
(whinnies)
(hammering)
(sizzling)
Can I help you, son?
Yeah, I bent the rim on my Ford.
You do any wheelwrighting?
Yeah, I'll help you out as soon as I'm done with him.
That's your horse out front?
Oh, I think I'm more his than he's mine.
(chuckles)
Not a bad idea if you're the man riding him.
Yeah, I sit around eating more than I used to.
It's one of the downsides of retirement.
What'd you used to do?
I was a Texas Ranger.
You don't say.
(grunts)
I bet wrongdoers hated having you
with that big mount of yours on their ass. Whew.
That'll be two bits, Mr. Hamer.
Hamer?
- Are you Frank Hamer? - I used to be.
Frank Hamer?
You didn't tell me what you do, son.
Oh, I'm looking for work.
Pretty good with cars, if you know anybody
that's looking for a grease monkey.
Oh, I'll keep an eye out. You seem personable.
You don't find a job right away, don't...
Don't stop looking.
A lot of people falling in the wrong line of endeavor these days.
Not that I'm suggesting you would.
Appreciate the fatherly.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Hamer.
Rumor had it Hamer could see fired bullets,
hear sounds before they were made.
The press had even given a name to his .45 Colt,
Old Lucky,
which had nothing to do with the chances
of the outlaws who met up with Hamer.
Right then, I made a pact with myself.
One job to give me and Bonnie a stake...
That was gonna be it.
- Clyde? - Yeah?
Some guy's here to see you.
- Says his name's Methvin. - Oh, good.
- What's he here for? - The oil refinery job.
But I thought you said that was a two-man job.
Yeah, it is, and he's the other man.
What are you talking about?
We planned that together.
I'm the one that did the casing.
Yeah, more than you should've.
Methvin's got experience.
It's gonna be better for everybody, all right?
Now, could you please get me my pants?
(razor rattling)
Get me my damn pants.
Excuse me, what's your name again?
Methvin, Henry Methvin.
Well, Clyde's changed his mind, Henry.
He won't be needing you.
No, hang on, Bonnie.
Hey, Henry.
Hey, good to see you.
Just a little misunderstanding here.
Damn it, Clyde Barrow.
We had an agreement to do this together, me and you.
Yeah, well, you gonna carry a gun in these heels
and that little purse of yours?
Those are nice shoes, ma'am.
Yeah, but what if you need to run in these shoes
'cause somebody's trying to put a load of buckshot up our asses?
Well, I'll kick them the hell off.
Now, tell Mythman here that we don't need him.
Fine.
Fine. All right.
All right already.
All right, heretofore, the oil refinery
is a three-man job.
Are you happy now?
Hmm?
Well, show him a smile.
- Yeah. - All right.
Clyde, the turn to the oil refinery's back there.
But the guns are stashed out here.
Out here?
- Yeah. - Where?
Just yonder.
That old wagon right there, just under the hay.
You want me to get them?
You want to be a part of this three-man job or not?
In here?
Pick you up in a couple hours when it's over!
Clyde!
Goddamn it, Clyde!
I think she could've managed the lookout.
♪ ♪
Need a lift, miss?
What'd they do?
Broke into an oil refinery.
Tried to take the payroll.
Would've gotten it, too, if we'd had a lookout.
No lookout.
Imagine that.
(bell chiming)
Huntsville's bad,
but unless you get Eastham Farm, you'll be all right,
which you shouldn't.
Small-time stuff you done, it'd be only...
How old are you?
21.
Unless somebody screws up or you bone the Warden's daughter,
neither of you will get the Farm.
I'm Bud Russell,
and I'm tougher than all you guys put together.
Driven this chariot over one and a half million miles,
and only lost one con in all that time, and that eats at me
every single minute.
Do not think you're gonna be number two.
Hell you looking at?
I ain't lookin' at nothin'.
You look like you got attitude. You got attitude, boy?
I ain't got no attitude... fact, I'm thrilled to be here,
what with you the warm, welcoming sort.
(Bonnie gasps)
You shit.
Shit going nowhere.
Get your worthless ass in that one-way wagon.
Pretty sure that just bought you the Farm.
(engine starts)
♪ ♪
(Bonnie crying quietly)
(gasps)
You tell me you're going to church,
and you wind up here.
You snuck him in that gun, didn't you?
Oh, don't look at me like that.
You had any sense, you'd know the best thing could've happened
was he got hauled right back in.
There is no reason a girl like you cannot find a good man.
Don't you go into one of your fits over him, Bonnie.
Do not let that happen.
Settle your breathing, like I taught you, you hear me?
(wheezes, breathes slowly)
He's better for me than Roy, Mama.
That, my daughter, isn't saying...
Excuse my French... jack-the-F-shit.
(exhales) You deserve yourself way better than Clyde Barrow.
(sighs)
Ted Hinton told me they gave him 14 years.
You need to stop this.
You need to look me in the eye
and tell me you won't waste another moment
thinking about that boy.
Pick up the pace!
(men grunting)
(horse neighing)
Man, Honolulu ain't got nothin' on this place.
(whip cracks)
Get digging, Barrow!
(horse neighs)
Get on deep in that ditch, boy!
♪ ♪
Think he's getting sweet on you, Clyde?
I don't know what's worse, the Highrider's whip
or the big guy's affections.
I'll take the Highrider.
(wind whistling)
(man speaks indistinctly)
♪ ♪
Someday after church, my parents are having a picnic.
My dad makes killer ribs.
Not a big rib girl, Ted.
Well, now, you don't have to eat.
There'd be... there'd be plenty to do.
You know, I do some, uh, barbershop
with the boys at Dallas PD.
I know you're into musicals... thought maybe you'd like it.
Well...
I'll think about it, huh?
♪ ♪
Thanks, Ted.
Hey, uh, before you go, I was...
I was thinking maybe we should kiss.
Uh, Ted, um...
I'm not gonna listen to you sing,
or catch any more rides home with you.
I-I like you, but nothin'... more.
Well, I hope we can always be friends.
Got enough darn friends.
(insects chirping)
(sniffing) Hell you doing?
(exhales) It was itching to be smelled.
Yeah? Smell these. (groans)
I hope you don't mind that I write every day...
But it's the only way for me to cope
with the loneliness your incarceration
has visited upon me.
I wonder what your days are like.
(spritzing)
Hope things there at Eastham aren't as bad as folks say.
♪ ♪
(urinating)
And I hope the knowledge that you've got a woman waiting for you...
Makes it somehow more...
Tolerable.
(grunting)
(yells)
(fierce grunting)
(man grunts loudly)
But I hope these poetic stanzas
I've authored for you will bring some solace
to your time there.
(distorted grunt)
And she thought of herself as only a stone,
drifting the cosmos so terribly alone.
Days turned to years and eons, and still,
she found not her orbit,
no gravity until...
The music of the spheres revealed it clear,
spinning alone and suddenly so near.
The moon found her earth, they danced all that night.
And forever they would, 'cause that's what was right.
(wind whistling softly)
Go on, now.
(birds chirping)
(men grunting)
(horse neighing)
(in distance): Stop standing around! Get to work!
(exhales sharply)
(knocking)
Uh-huh?
(exhales sharply)
(door closes)
So, the incident with Mr. Hamilton
was just an unfortunate accident?
No, sir, it was a very painful one.
Yeah. That's some nice work there.
You ever think about mountin' any wayward inmates?
On the wall, I mean.
You know, I voted no
on the leniency owing to your injury.
But my vote's but one in seven.
I'm sorry you're in the minority there,
but I just want to thank you for all the lessons I learned
in this lovely facility.
Yeah, you won't be seeing Clyde Barrow again.
Oddly, I believe I will.
I'm sure you know that...
You were near to pardon even if you had kept all ten
of your little piggies.
Your mother and a gal named Bonnie Parker
have been writing letters to the governor on your behalf.
Apparently, he was about to have me send you home.
Oh, Barrow?
Hope you don't mind...
I kept one.
(sets jar down)
Why didn't somebody tell me the governor was about to pardon me?
Well, the notion one of us had was to keep it a surprise.
Well, I-I thought it'd be nice.
I love surprises.
Well...
Well, I do, too.
Maybe you ought to let Bonnie drive.
She's the one who borrowed the car
from some friend of hers.
Oh, it ain't like my damn neck's broken, Mama.
I can drive.
(birds chirping)
(Clyde groans)
(thunder rolls in distance)
You're gonna come in, aren't you?
Your daddy'd want to see you.
Nah, I'll probably come by Sunday,
get some of that wonderful ham of yours.
(thunder rumbling in distance)
What?
Just don't know.
Just don't know that she's gonna be good for you, Clyde.
No, she's fine.
Now...
Maybe she don't measure up to you,
but trust me,
Bonnie's more than good enough for me, all right?
(birds chirping)
(engine starts)
(car departing)
(insects chittering)
(sighs)
Bonnie?
(Bonnie laughs)
No need to rush things.
♪ ♪
Probably sounds crazy...
Guy like me, convict and all, but...
I ain't afraid of making a commitment.
I ain't afraid of making... a baby.
I'm giving up crimin', Bonnie.
I'm going straight-arrow; I want to do it for you.
I don't know how
to say this, but I sort of...
I seen our future.
I seen us in a big white house
with big columns
on the prettiest lake you ever saw.
I'm gonna build you that house, Bon.
I'm gonna fill it with as many little ones as you want.
That is, if that's what you want.
Course it's what I want.
I... I just didn't expect
we'd start the making-babies part just yet.
Want some time with just the two of us first.
If that's all right with you.
♪ ♪
(birds chirping)
♪ ♪
(man talking indistinctly nearby)
(Bonnie sighs)
How much you think they'd sell that for?
That house?
Mmm... probably, like, $5,000.
(sighs)
Seems like it might as well be a million.
How do you reckon we get that kind of money?
I don't know. I can find work.
Well, raising kids isn't cheap, either.
There's doctor bills and clothes.
Spend a lot of money on clothes for girls, and...
Day-laboring ain't gonna be enough for all that.
I know cars.
If I can get someone to front me some money,
I could open my own service station.
(giggles) I can just see all the bankers right now
falling all over themselves to see
who can give the convict the biggest bundle.
Hey. Ex-con.
Why don't you give it a rest, huh?
Well, you're the one with all the big dreams.
Calling car 28, calling car 2-8.
There's a holdup at 4th and Main.
Come on, baby, we got something hot
on the platter here.
(siren wailing)
You seen this before?
What?
Well, right before the exciting parts,
you keep squeezing my hand.
Well, of course I do.
I can tell when they're coming,
what with the music, the way they put it together and all.
♪ ♪
Bonnie never told me exactly how to keep her happy.
She never told me one last job wouldn't be enough.
She just kind of...
Let me figure it out for myself.
(tires squealing, loud crash)
(indistinct conversations)
- Next, please. - See you again.
I'd like to make a withdrawal.
Put it down!
Stop it!
(woman gasping)
Get his gun!
Everybody, get on the ground right now!
Oh, no, you stupid? Put your head down!
All right, take it easy. Take it easy.
Ain't gonna hurt nobody!
All right. Give me all your cash.
Come on.
Well, that's it?
Yeah, that's it.
All right, let's go to the vault.
Come on! Come around, now!
Get down. Move.
You, too. Move! Move! Now!
Easy, now. Look, there's... Move! Move!
There's no money in the vault.
There's no money... Well, he's clearly lying.
He's a banker. That's what they do.
Why isn't it locked?
Well, like I said,
there-there's a depression on.
The bank's closing.
All right, everybody, get in the box! Uh...
- I'm claustrophobic. - Well, I'm Baptist. Get in.
Look, we won't tell.
Look, we won't call the cops or nothing.
(gunshot, woman screams)
Don't mess with Bonnie and Clyde!
Do as he said. Do as he said.
Everybody, in the vault!
Get in the vault! Get in! Move! Run!
Get in the vault. Right inside, there you go!
Just get in. Move.
Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.
(door creaking)
What the hell you tell 'em our damn names for, huh?
Put that down. Don't go shooting your damn gun off, huh?
Half the town probably heard you just now.
Well, I don't know what you're yelling for.
I got 'em where you told 'em to go.
'Cause it ain't damn "Bonnie and Clyde," all right?
It's "Clyde and Bonnie."
♪ ♪
(typewriter keys clacking)
Uh, yes, ma'am.
(indistinct conversation)
(men laughing) That's right.
Hmph.
(crickets chirping, dog barking)
You look a lot more...
Womanly when you let your hair down.
I followed you from work,
and the door weren't locked.
I've been reading your articles in The Herald.
You do a great job, considering you're
under the strictures of reporting
just the facts.
Oh, I'm not criticizing.
I just...
What with all the foreclosures
and woes of the stock market,
seems like people could stand a little less...
Black and white true, and a scosh more...
Being entertained.
What are you doing here?
I'm just a fan.
Oh, I got to say, I was surprised
when I found out P.J. was a woman.
You always called yourself P.J.?
Or was that your boss's idea,
to stop your readers from finding out
you were a Patricia?
(giggles) Maybe it's just me,
but seems like things are really moving forward
for our gender, what with that Amelia Earhart
fixin' to fly across the Atlantic,
and you in the newsroom, writing about crime...
And me out there committing 'em.
I couldn't help but notice...
You only put Clyde's name down.
Nice of you to mention me
only as "female companion."
Wasn't my idea.
My editor said if a girl was involved
in an armed robbery, it had to be
because her man was making her do it.
Really?
(laughs)
Imagine that.
Would you please get out of my house?
Oh, yeah, sure.
Sorry.
Oh, goodness, P.J, I never introduced myself.
I'm Bonnie Parker.
A la Bonnie and Clyde.
(door closes)
(bell jangles)
P.J., I'm kind of busy.
Looks like you got something
going on in that fine-looking head of yours.
You said you wanted my story twice as interesting,
but you cut out the most interesting part.
A woman used a shotgun in a strong-arm robbery,
and I get a quarter of a column
on page 12, and I can't even use her name?
So what do you want from me?
Let me follow the story where it goes,
write it the way I want.
Or I'll go find a paper that will.
Then maybe you'd better start finding.
'Cause a skirt trying to act
like she isn't, that I don't need.
(alarm ringing)
(engine sputters)
You know, when you keep putting guns in people's faces,
the gods tend to frown on such behavior,
and all sorts of things can go awry.
(sirens wailing) Clyde?
Clyde, you ran us out of gas.
Gauge said it was a quarter full.
Well, laws'll be on us.
(sirens approaching)
Damn it.
All right, let's go.
Come on.
(car door shuts)
Come on, run.
Come on! Let's go!
(sirens approaching)
♪ ♪
(panting)
(gunshots)
(gasps)
(gasping)
Do you know where we're going?
Not at the moment.
All this for $46 in the till.
$46.32, baby.
(gunshots)
Get down. Get down.
(gunshots)
Did you get them, Clyde?
Ain't trying.
Ain't killing laws... no future in that.
Y'all better give up!
Come out with your hands up!
Do we give up, Clyde?
If I do, I'm 20 years in jail.
Then you go. You go. Run. Run.
No, I ain't gonna leave you, Bonnie.
I ain't got a record.
They'll throw me in jail. I'll talk my way out.
Give it up, Barrow.
You told those bank clerks your name.
Well, that was... that was...
That was clear across the state.
Nobody put my damn name in the paper anyway.
(gunshot)
All right, ma'am, on your feet.
Let's go.
(throats clearing)
Do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth?
I do.
Funny,
when you're an outlaw,
you tell so many lies, after a while,
you don't know what's a lie and what isn't.
And Bonnie,
she could really spin a story.
I must admit,
I fell under the sway of Clyde Barrow.
Believed that, like a schoolgirl,
I could right what was wrong in him.
And when the criming started,
I couldn't stop it.
I tried to get away,
but Clyde wouldn't let me.
He wouldn't sleep
till he put a cut of leather between my lips
and bound me up in rope
in nothing but my underclothes.
And this limp of mine...
Clyde tied me up so tight, I lost circulation
all the way from my ankle to my thigh.
Bondage, it's horrible.
Truly god-awful horrible.
Almost more than a woman can bear.
And when Clyde wanted his way with me,
there wasn't much I could do.
I mean... I only weigh 106 pounds.
And Clyde is so strong.
And I...
Forgive me, Jesus.
I was so weak.
What me and Bonnie done,
those we stole from and the laws,
they'd probably tell things different.
Hell, even Bonnie, sure she would, too.
Bonnie'd surely tell it with more flair.
(gasping)
Take some water, ma'am.
Take some water.
(whispering): Thank you.
(indistinct talking)
Oh, thank you.
Oh, I can't tell you how good it is
to see you out of that godforsaken hole.
Jail is no place for a lady.
Like the new do.
And I was fond of your performance.
Haven't seen your byline in a while, P.J.
Yeah, well, things are tough all over.
What was she talking about?
She's a reporter.
Got to talk about something.
Well, gee, you looked good, Bonnie.
Oh, I picked up that little old chest of yours.
It's right where you said it was.
So, what do you want to do?
Go to a show?
Maybe buy a new dress?
I got a little money saved.
Oh, you're worn out. You just want
to go home and do each ether's nails?
Afraid I'm not going home, Mama.
What?
Some of what I said in that courtroom,
it wasn't true.
Clyde never took me, Mama.
Of course he did.
You been telling me he did since the first time
I sat with you in your cell.
You're saying he didn't take you?
Everything you been telling me,
everything you said before that judge,
that was all just an act.
Mama...
I'm sorry, Mama.
Bonnie?
Yeah?
You'll come see me, won't you?
You know I will, Mama.
(bell dings)
So, give me the corrected story
first thing in the morning.
We'll give you three quarters of page two.
800, 900 words, nothing more, nothing less.
So, what makes you think
I'm gonna give you your job back?
'Cause I know you don't want to be stuck
at the station on the biggest story
that's about to start racing down the tracks.
Who's that?
She just sold the Kaufman County Grand Jury
the biggest load I ever saw shoveled down anyone's throat.
You're going to rehire me
to write about her.
Her name's Bonnie Parker.
She's got more personality
than nine movie stars put together.
She's romantically linked
with a rebellious, disenfranchised son of Texas.
And unless I'm wrong, the two of them
are about to embark on a crime spree
with lots of violence, glamour and car chases,
and it isn't just the man shooting the guns.
So you're saying there's sex, too.
Come on, Barrow.
The dreadful girl's mother.
Just awful, shameful.
It is.
(chicken clucks)
♪ ♪
Clyde Chestnut, what the hell?
Supposed to be in prison, big gorilla.
Yeah, well, Warden made the mistake
of making me a trustee,
and I made the mistake of busting out.
Mistake of busting out?
Yeah, well, I'm gonna spend the rest of the weekend
with this lovely thing here,
and then I'm gonna turn myself back in.
Been hearing a lot about you, Clyde Chestnut.
Clyde Chestnut?
He told me it was Champion.
Champion?
Trying to impress me, I guess.
I tried my best to do right by her.
Well, don't beat yourself up.
They're gonna go the way they're gonna go,
pretty much no matter what we do.
Yeah, I guess.
Hey, uh,
Blanche, you mind grabbing us a beer?
All right.
We're the luckiest darn women in the world, huh?
You done good, boy.
Anybody ever turn themselves back into Huntsville, Marvin?
How the hell should I know?
(chuckles)
I mean, Blanche's father's a preacher.
And she said she won't part her sweet haunches
till I marry her.
And her father won't marry us till I do the rest of my time.
- Hmm. - "Hmm" is right.
I think I could pretty much launch myself
clear to the moon. I'll tell you one thing, though,
preacher's daughter or not,
she is one fine load of naughty.
Well, not that that's everything.
Right?
- What's Mom so pissy about? - She's always pissy.
Yeah, well, she took the damn money I gave her.
Well, we need the money.
It ain't the criming that's got her goat.
Should've hit you boys more.
(chuckles)
She doesn't like Bonnie, does she?
She doesn't like that she's married not to you.
(music ends, applause)
Yeah, should've hit him more.
You know, uh,
Bonnie'd get divorced if she could,
but, uh,
just kind of a legal proceeding, you know,
and, uh, legal and us...
Doesn't mean she couldn't take off
Roy Thornton's ring.
It's a nice piece of jewelry, Mom.
Bonnie likes jewelry.
And fine clothes and expensive shoes
and getting famous.
I'm just wondering how much she really likes you.
Oh, she likes me fine.
Was making a record.
Remember what I used to call you, Clyde?
Your "little ray of sunshine."
Wrote down where we gathered, here at Perkins's barn.
What we ate, what we drank, who was here.
Know I'm only gonna be seeing you here and there
from here on out, and...
(voice breaks): I don't want to forget any of the here and theres.
I love you, Mom.
Whoo! Yes!
Hey-hey! Yeah!
Whoo!
(people whooping)
(whooping continues)
(train whistle blows in distance)
The robbery in Hillsboro, right from the get-go,
just felt different.
Jesus, Clyde, you're making me nervous.
I could've stopped it.
I should've.
'Cause after tonight,
nothing was ever gonna be the same.
My old buddy Fults wasn't two weeks out of jail
before I'd gotten him back into doing
what had landed him there in the first place.
Come on.
Please don't hurt me.
You do what we say, just be another good story
to tell your buddies at the Moose Lodge.
Hang on a second. Hey.
This doesn't seem right.
What are you talking about?
Like this might not be the right job.
Don't even...
We're already doing the damn job.
And we need money to eat tomorrow.
Yeah, well, if you hadn't spent so much
on clothes on Saturday, we would...
Well, I can't go back to Saturday.
You guys want to argue about shopping, be my guest,
but I'm doing the damn job.
Come on. Come on.
Faster.
Come on. Open it.
Come on.
Mm-mm.
(cocks gun)
Hear that?
Just the cash.
Put it in the purse. Come on.
A little faster.
Come on.
All right, let's go.
Come on.
What y'all gonna do with me?
Nothing. You go upstairs,
stay there till the sun comes up.
You're done with us.
(groans)
(screams)
(gasps)
Despite all the things we done...
Bullets flying north, south, east and west...
No one had been killed before.
A few here and there may have collected some lead,
but no one had been killed.
Miss Lane, I'm Captain Grace.
Anything we can help you sort out?
Seems pretty clear.
I was just hoping you could tell me
the ABC's of it in your own words.
Well, plates matched a vehicle they stole in Topeka.
Looks like they got the money and some jewels
from the safe here and ran,
but not before obliterating Mr. Bucher,
apparently for the thrill of it.
And all fingers seem to be pointing at who
as the triggerman?
Clyde Barrow.
Well, I just spoke to the widow.
She told me she could see the whole thing
from her bedroom window.
When I showed her the picture of Clyde,
she said he couldn't have possibly pulled the trigger.
Yeah, well, all I know is those maggots came
to steal money; now an innocent man's dead.
Now, I'd appreciate it if you'd get your smart-ass
off my crime site.
Nobody meant for it to happen, Bon.
And the press could've hung us worse.
You shouldn't be drinking.
I'm a horrible person, Clyde.
That poor man's dead,
and I'm all bent 'cause the paper used
my stupid sophomore photo.
You're not a horrible person.
Yeah... yeah, I am.
You're just honest.
Gonna get out of town before sunup.
You gonna be all right while I jack us a new ride?
Yeah.
Cly?
You really think I don't look stupid?
Not at all.
But you definitely look better in person.
Bonnie and...
Clyde.
♪ ♪
Bonnie and Clyde.
- sync and corrections by Zac - - www.addic7ed.com -
Let's have some fun.
[Gunshots]
Thinkin' we could pull a few jobs.
[Gun clicks]
I see the two of us with everything we ever dreamed of.
[Dramatic music]
How you doing, big brother?
[Gunfire]
Ain't nothing bad gonna happen, all right?
You kill the law, the others ain't gonna stop now, not ever.
Bonnie's the one that got everyone looking.
[Gunshot]
Come out with your hands up!
[Dramatic instrumental music]
You see who they hired to hunt us?
I get a shot at the man who done this,
I'm shooting.
[Phone rings]
We need to get out while we can, Bonnie.
You better tell me something I don't know about Bonnie and Clyde.
[Gunfire]
[Dramatic music]
Clyde!
[Glass shatters, gunfire]
- Clyde? - I've always loved you, Bonnie.
Nobody mourns the executioner, Frank.
[Yells]